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CAPTAIN KIDD JR. 

AND 

SINBAD THE SAILOR 



CAPTAIN KIDD JR. 

AND 

SINBAD THE SAILOR 

}—■ — 1 ■"» — 

A TALE OF TWO KITTENS 


BY 

CARO SENOUR 

ACTHOR OF MASTER ST^EtMO, FLOWER BALLADS, 
MUSICAL POEMS, ETC. 



C. S. SENOUR 

ALPINE HOME 
HOLLYWOOD, CAL. 



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Copyright, 1907 

BY 

CARO SMITH-SENOUR 


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TO MY BELOVED 

MOTHER 


WHO HAS INSTILLED IN THE BREAST OF HER ONLY CHILD 
A LOVE FOR CHILDREN AND FOR ALL OF 
GOD’S CREATURES. 

I CAN PAY NO GREATER TRIBUTE TO HER EARLY 
TEACHING THAN TO PLACE 
THIS LITTLE BOOK IN HER DEAR HANDS. 


CARO SMITH-SENOUR 




ILLUSTRATIONS 


Challenge Cup ------- 

“S. S. Illinois” 

SlNBAD THE SAILOR ------- 

Champion Romaldkirk Admiral - 

Angela -------- 

Red Dick -------- 

How do You Do, Little People? I am St. Elmo 
Phyllis (masked silver) ------ 

Al Tarek -------- 

Victoria -------- 

Caro S. - -- -- -- - 

Stuart-White ------- 

Midshipmite ------- 

Captain Kidd Jr. in Middy’s Straight-jacket - 

Alfred and Midshipmite ------ 

Silver Starlight ------- 

Captain Kidd Jr. Fleeing from a Dog - - - 

Colonel Kenwood ------- 

Don’t Want to Look Pleasant - 

Carita (Chihuahua Dog) ------ 

Sinbad (Siamese Cat) ------ 

Capt. Kidd’s Invitation to Beresford Cat Club Show 
Challenge Cup W t on by Argent Splendour, Chicago, 1905 - 
Argent Splendour ------- 

Sousa - -- -- -- - 

Sir Paris (White Persian) - - - - - 

Baby Norton ------- 

Matthew of the Durhams ------ 

Champion Romaldkirk Daphne - 
Red Prince of Gladdisfern - 

Royal Norton No. 1 ----- - 

Champion Lord Sylvester - 

Silver Flash ------- 

Prince of Pilsen ------- 

Champion Kew Laddie ------ 

Jessica Kew ------- 


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ILLUSTRATIONS 


PAGE 

Cherie (Blue Persian) - ----107 

Lockehaven Quartet - -109 

Lucy Claire - 112 

Clairemont ---------- 112 

“ Joy ” and “ Sorrow ” 114 

Champion Lupin - - - - - - - - -115 

Champion II amish - - - - - - - - -116 

Champion Angus - - - - - - - - -117 

Champion Midsiiipmite (Cream), Darlington, England - - - 118 

“Bent Anat ” (Egyptian Princess) ------ 120 

Champion Prince of Orange ------- 121 

Champion Hawthorne - - - - - - - -123 

Champion Jungfrau Bartimeaus ------- 125 

Prince of Persia (With his Pet Mouse) - - - - - 127 

Smikie - - - - - - - - - 129 

You You ---------- 129 

Mr. Ponney Copland - -- -- -- - 131 

Champion Maid of Avenel ------- 133 

White Friar Jr. - - - - - - - - - 136 

White Lilac and Kitten -------- 137 

Toddles Tolman (The Tea-party Cat, Fifteen Years Old) - - 139 


These two little kittens really live and the story is true. 
Of course you know that kittens cannot talk, but they 
make themselves understood; and, were they able to relate 
their experiences, I feel sure that this is the way that they 
would talk to you. As interpreter for them, I welcome 
you all to the little secrets of their life, and sign myself, 
The children and animals’ friend, 

CARO SMITH-SENOUR. 









CAPTAIN KIDD JR. 

AND 

SINBAD THE SAILOR 


CHAPTER I 

HEN, upon a beautiful August morning, the 
handsome steamship Illinois, like a mighty 
sea-bird, plied gracefully into Chicago harbor, 
the watchers on the shore did not suppose that 
two such important passengers as “Captain 
Kidd Jr.” and “Sinbad the Sailor,” were aboard and 
about to land. 

It was not announced when the Illinois left port Man- 
istee that these two noted gentlemen had taken passage; 
so no one, not even the Captain nor his crew, knew that 
they were aboard. 

They did not register as passengers do, nor did they 
engage a state-room, still they occupied one of the finest on 
the hurricane-deck, and had their meals served “table d’ 
hote” in this private apartment. 

Now, children, you will have a chance to guess how 
two passengers could enter a large guarded ship unnoticed, 
and receive the best that was to be had. 

Captain Kidd Jr. is a blond, quite pale, with yellow hair, 
and Sinbad the Sailor is a brunette, with white face and 
very black hair, parted “dude” fashion, in the middle. 

They were partners on this trip, sharing the joys and 
discomforts of the journey. The voyage was rather rough, 
and it seemed to disagree with their meals and spirits. 

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These two explorers sailed from port Manistee at 2:30 
p. m., on Monday, and the rest of the afternoon was spent 
in reminiscences of the past month, spent in the north at a 
fishing-port. 

At six, dinner was served in their state-room. Every- 
thing tasted good, and there seemed to be nothing to mar 
the pleasure of a fine meal on a vessel, when suddenly 
Captain Kidd Jr. stepped into a dish of milk and splashed 
it all over the sailor’s nice, Sunday, black coat. Sinbad the 
Sailor was compelled to wash his face and hands after 
cleaning his coat, and with a disgusted air he accused the 
Captain of being clumsy; this embarrassed the Captain, 
who resented such disrespect to his dignity; in consequence 
the rest of the dinner was eaten in silence, these gentlemen 
not being on speaking terms. 

The first dispute arose that night when Sinbad the 
Sailor insisted upon occupying the lower berth and upon 
usurping the pillow. Captain Kidd, in view of his own 
superior position, rebelled. To the occupants of the upper 
berth, the conversation of these two distinguished sailors 
was most amusing. It was clearly shown that they preferred 
to sleep upon the masts of a ship or in the sailor’s bunks. 
Captain Kidd declared that Sinbad kicked him in the back, 
so Sinbad apologized, but there was a little coolness between 
them the rest of the night, especially as the Captain fell out 
of bed, which so disgusted him that he forgot to accuse his 
dear bed-fellow of pushing. Sinbad gave a way-down-South 
smile at the thought of a whole bed to himself. The next 
morning Sipbad the Sailor asked Captain Kidd whether 
he did not think it an extra long and rough voyage. “No!” 
said the Captain, in a gruff voice; “my ancestor, Captain 
Kidd, has sailed the seas for many years in the minds of the 
little people, in the story-book about him, so I, of course, 
must be as great a sailor. It was not at all rough or long to 
me, but you are a timid sailor, and you do not like tumbling 


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about; when you are a little older and have had more ex- 

E erience, I hope you will overcome your girlish ways and 
e a man; so brace up, Sinbad! 

“ All I wish now is, that some one would open the door, 
for I should like to get on the ‘ lookout.’ Why do they keep 
us shut up like prisoners, Sinbad?” “Why, don’t you 
know, you foolish chap, that we are ‘sneaking a ride’?” 
“Oh!” said the Captain. 


S. S. Illinois ” 


CHAPTER II 


THE CAPTURE AS RELATED BY SINBAD THE SAILOR 

If I tell you something, don’t you tell, for Captain Kidd 
gets so embarrassed, you know. Well! the joke is, that 
when the family looked for my partner, the Captain, in the 
state-room, he was not to be seen; but after a careful survey 
under the berths, he was found asleep on the bundle of life- 
preservers; how is that for a brave sailor? We all giggled. 

However, Captain Kidd’s wish was granted, but in a 
little different way from what we had expected and desired. 
The humiliating part was that we were captured by a 
maiden, who came into our state-room to make the beds, 
and she very kindly took us, bag and baggage (I should 
say kittens and kitten-house) down into the room below, 
where they had trunks and a menagerie. We were to be 
an addition to the show. There was a cunning (at a dis- 
tance) little puppy tied to the end of a rope, a bird in a cage, 
and several large animals in the room, which we afterwards 
heard were the clerks; so you children will have to find out 
for yourselves w r hat they looked like. Well, w r e really 
enjoyed that cage better, for there was “something doing” 
all the time, and every one was so kind to us. When the 
lady to whom we belonged, missed us, she was much 
alarmed ; but, upon finding us both in the lap of the woman 
detective, our captor, who was petting us and calling us 
by endearing names, she thought it quite a joke, so we all 
were happy. But I must give you a little lesson here: never 
try to sneak in anywhere; always do things “open and 
aboveboard” for all to see; then you will never be accused 
of telling falsehoods or of doing anything underhanded. 

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We really did not intend this in that way, as we knew that 
dogs had to be left in the care of the baggage-man, but we 
thought that birds and innocent little kittens could be 
protected by the owners in their state-rooms. Never be 
afraid to trust your pets to the care of the baggage-man 
on the trains or on the boats, as they are humane and 
kind to animals. Always remember to be kind to all 
animals; to protect them from harm, to feed the hungry 
dogs, cats, birds, horses; in fact, all animals depending 
on your support in your cities and towns, and to report 
all cruelty done to them to the Humane Society. Remem- 
ber that animals are dumb, and cannot tell their troubles 
and pains as you little people can, and that they suffer just 
as much as you do from hunger and cold and thirst. Keep 
a pan of water in your yard for the birds, dogs, and cats; 
fill it with fresh water each day, and do good in the world 
by caring for some of God’s creatures. Remember the 
motto of the noble and kind dog St. Elmo, who always 
brought poor animals home to feed them, and to give them 
his comforts of a good home. 

My motto: “By being kind to all animals, and by pro- 
tecting horses and dogs, you are befriending man’s best 
and most faithful friends.” — St. Elmo. 


CHAPTER III 


The next morning at ten o’clock the steamship arrived 
at Chicago harbor, and there was a stir on deck, for some 
kind informer had said that Captain Kidd and Sinbad the 
Sailor were on board and about to depart. Of course the 
passengers lined up along the gangway and dock to see 
the two great personages land. They were still waiting, 
when a little box with a fancy bag around it was carried 
in a gentleman’s right hand and deposited in a waiting cab. 
The box contained the two distinguished passengers, Cap- 
tain Kidd Jr. and Sinbad the Sailor. I do not know 
whether the watchers are still waiting and holding the boat 
in the harbor, or whether they have become wise ere this 
and have left without satisfying their curiosity; but I do 
know that the two heroe: p ' 1 



when they were released 


hotel, where they were guests for a few days. 

Sinbad the Sailor, being interviewed by a reporter, said : 

We did not like the conveyance so well as some folks 
supposed, as the box was small for two growing kittens 
(for we really seemed to grow fast after we were put into it, 
the day before). You see, Mr. Curious Reporter, it hap- 
pened in this way: The lady who brought us home, and 
who was the managing companion of the gentleman who 
seemed to usurp the right of carrying us about (against 
his will, don’t you know), made a nice box for us at the 
summer resort before we left, with the slats across the front 
very smooth. It was no doubt a nice box, seeing a woman 
carpenter designed and made it. When this little house was 
ready for us, we were tucked head foremost through a hole 
in the roof into the parlor, or living-room, as it was only 


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a one-room house. How I admired and sympathized with 
dear old Santa Claus, for I knew then what a hard time he 
had getting down some of the chimneys, and I was not so 
fat as he. I decided that Santa Claus must be made like 
the pouter pigeon, for it can inflate itself and puff away 
out when it wants to, and then draw in all the puff and look 
very small. After we had made the daring descent, and 
only had just time to get a peep at the sky above, bang! 
went the skylight, and we had only slits in the side of the 
box to peep through. As we were so hastily deposited 
there without our consent, we did not speak to each other 
for some time, each one turning over in his mind the past, 
and wondering what naughty thing he had done to deserve 
this prison. I thought it was Captain’s fault, and he said 
afterwards that he thought it was mine, and as we both 
“catch it” when either falls into mischief, it was easy to 
figure out that the one-half of the other had been naughty. 
After some talking and laughing by those standing around, 
we were unceremoniously turned over on our sides, and 
the door in the roof suddenly became the front door, through 
which, with great dignity, we walked. After that we ran 
in and out at our leisure, but just as we were becoming ac- 
quainted with our new apartment, another flat was prepared 
for us, which proved an unfit habitation even for cats. 
Now, Mr. Curious Reporter, this is a very long story, so 
if you wish to be excused in order to be on hand for the next 
sensational make-up, I certainly will excuse you, for I 
am talking as fast as I can. May I ask just one question 
of you, as you have found out so much about me ? How 
is it that you reporters are always right on the spot, usually 
without the knowledge of the participants, when all these 
wonderful feats are being performed ? Bewildered and 
appalled, Mr. Curious Reporter vanished, and I am left 
to tell you our story all by myself. We had a visitor at our 
cabin who was called “Otis” by the boys, but “a bach- 


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elor” by the lady who owned us. However, he thought 
that a box was an unsightly and awkward thing to carry 
about, and particularly as we were to travel on trains and 
boats, and he (the bachelor, I mean) suggested a basket; 
so the other man, being only a poor married man, had to 
agree that it would be much better. Men always agree 
against the weaker sex, and so the basket was brought 
into use. The lady, however, said that it could not hold 
two such strenuous kittens, but she, like a good, sacri- 
ficing woman, decided to take it. She lined it with strong 
cretonne all spotted with yellow and green flowers, and 
fixed it so pretty and soft that we thought it the “swellest 
flat” we had been given so far. Well, we all started for 
the boat, the lady carrying the lovely basket. We soon 
discovered that there were no windows in our new apart- 
ment; the beauty and softness had so dazzled our eyes 
that the practical part about exits did not enter our intox- 
icated brains; but now as the whistles were blowing, the 
engines puffing, and the people talking behind our backs, 
the darkness became unbearable to us, and the soft basket 
became the ugliest and hardest place imaginable. Finally 
we got our heads together and decided to tunnel out our 
own doorway, which we did after a hard tussle. First, 
we had to tear a hole in the cloth with our teeth, and then 
with our fore feet to scratch until we had made an exit 
large enough for two cats to go through at the same time; 
for you know the same spirit dominates in animals as in 
people; that is, the desire “to get there” first, which we 
both did, to the dismay of our owners. Our exit was so 
evenly made that they said we looked like one cat with 
two heads. Of course, Captain said that he got out first, 
but I know that I did, for after our heads were through 
the opening I crawled under him. We did not have time 
to argue, however, for we were captured and landed in 
our lady’s lap. It happened that she had cautiously 


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closed the cabin door of the boat, or we should have gone 
overboard in our rush to be free, for everything was so 
strange that we were frightened. In a few minutes we 
quieted down, and the ladies of our party wrapped us in 
their long coats and held us in their laps; so we tried to 
be good. After a time, Captain Kidd became tired of 
laps, and so he climbed up and looked out of the window; 
then he was sorry, for he could see nothing but water, and 
we were away out in the middle of it; and if there is one 
thing more than another that my partner is afraid of, it is 
water. I am only one degree better. When he said “ water,” 
I raised up my head and looked out, with my eyes shut, 
so as not to see the dreadful sight. The gentlemen of 
the party stayed out on the deck, and oh, how they did 
tease the lady! She really did have a hard time saying 
sweet things to us, for she was boiling over with disagree- 
ableness. When we landed, a good doctor, who was 
landing too, offered to carry the bottle of milk and our tin 
cup, so we got up to the hotel at “Fouch” without fur- 
ther jarring to our nerves. Here a closed-in porch with 
wire screening had been prepared for us some months 
before (you know, the kind with tiny square holes, made 
to keep out the busy flies and the noisy night singers and 
to make you think you are seeing smoke). Well, we had 
to wait ten minutes here for a train to Manistee; so our 
lady had to busy herself finding us a new flat. She did 
not ask the sturdy members of the party for assistance, 
as she was a little disgusted with them. The “bachelor” 
was too aristocratic to hunt in the alley for a box, and her 
companion was too much ashamed to be called “easy,” 
so she went alone and found a strawberry-crate and went 
to work building a second house for us. We could hear 
the hammering, and we felt sure, with a shudder, that 
each thump said “you, you, you!” This box seemed to 
be a three-cornered square box. My! how the sturdy 


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members of the party laughed at the poor, tired lady! We 
both felt sorry for her. We knew, but the sturdy members 
did not know, that the same good doctor who had carried 
our milk-bottle, had quietly gone around the hotel and 
found our owner, and helped her to make the three-cornered 
square house for the rest of our journey. Our lady said 
the good doctor designed the three-cornered square box, 
but he blushingly relinquished all claim, and gallantly 
gave all the credit to the lady. However, he will have 
his reward some day, for all kind deeds are recorded, and 
especially any kindness to animals. The train came in 
ten minutes and we were transported once more, wiser 
and better cats for the knowledge we had so early gained 
in life. The record of house-building was broken by the 
ten-minutes deal; even Chicago must “tender the palm.” 
The lady laughed to herself when her companion carried 
the crooked-box off the train, and she thought, as all 
women do, “I told you so.” The first little box made 
at the summer resort was a gem, although the “bachelor” 
was ashamed to have it in his company. It was a palace 
beside the three-cornered square box which he was forced 
to keep company with and respect. He said nothing, 
but pondered much. After that experience I should think 
that the “bachelor” would go right away and buy him a 
wife. “I declare,” said our lady, “it is plain to see that 
every bachelor should be a married one.” But listen! 
the worst was to come! we both had scratched noses and 
broken whiskers when we arrived home, for this box had 
not been smoothed off, and the splinters just fought us 
terribly when we tried to peek out or get out. My! Cap- 
tain Kidd was a sight; one side of his long whiskers had 
disappeared, all but two or three little stumps, and his 
left eyebrows the same; his nose was scratched, and with 
the blood on it he looked just as if he had been in a prize- 
fight. I was ashamed of him and I told him so, and then 


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what do you think he said? “Well! Mr. Sinbad, you 
need not be so critical; look at your own nose, and you 
have not even one whisker to show that you are a man; 
don’t laugh at me, you are a sight!” I could not believe 
him until our dear lady exclaimed when she took us out 
of the box at Hotel Manistee, and showed me myself in 
the mirror. She soon washed our faces and smoothed 
our ruffled brows, but she said she could not restore our 
whiskers or eyebrows, that there was only one great doctor 
who could do that, and she was Doctor Nature, so we had 
to depend on her goodness to restore our loss. I did not 
mind it so much, for I could not see myself, so I thought I 
looked all right; but I was really ashamed of my partner, 
and more so when people would say, “You poor kitty, 
did that little black rascal scratch your nose ? ” We occu- 
pied a fine suite at the Hotel Manistee (just for Kidd and 
me) for an hour, so that we could exercise before we left 
for Chicago, and what do you think the grasping inn- 
keeper charged the lady? Just fifty cents for the hour. 
The story of the rest of our trip home on the Illinois 
was told you in the first chapter. Now, don’t you think it 
was wise in Mr. Curious Reporter to go home ?, for he 
certainly would have lost his job on this “write-up,” 
and we had a better time without him, didn’t we ? 
Good by! I’m Sinbad the Sailor! 


CHAPTER IV 


RELATED BY CAPTAIN KIDD JR. 



Sinbad the Sailor was born at Fountain Point, Michigan, 
in May, 1905, so history states, but I could not find out who 

his parents were, and Sinbad 
soon forgot. He was born 
near the hotel, and spent most 
of his babyhood under and 
around the large veranda. His 
mother, so I was told, took 
her two sons each day to the 
hotel for meals. They looked 
very much alike, with the ex- 
ception of a wide white collar 
all the way around the neck of 
Sinbad’s brother. The twins 
enjoyed much freedom around 
the place; and, as Sinbad was 
always curious, he would go 
into the kitchen and ask for 
milk. He soon became liked, 
and would sleep on the back 
steps in the daytime. The 
mother of the twins was owned 
by a little boy named Alfred 
(who was kind to animals, and 
who had rescued a little kitten 
that was starving in the woods, 
and this kitten we will tell you 
about later). So the lady asked the little boy if he would 

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give her a kitten. She took both over to her cottage, and as 
it was very hard for her to decide, she now wishes she had 
taken both. Sinbad, who was nameless then, seemed to take 
possession of everything and made himself at home, showing 
his intention to stay. The other brother was glad to get 
back under the porch. Sinbad was delighted with the 
cushions, the chairs, the couch, and especially the soft beds. 
He had come to stay, and he never was homesick once, al- 
though until I came he had had to sleep alone. He would 
awaken the family by playing with a spool that they had 
tied on a string and hung on the door-knob; and even in 
the night, when the moon was shining into the room, and 
he thought it was day, he would play with the spool and 
would have great fun. Our cottage was called “Mount 
Auburn” by some Cincinnati people who had lived in a 
suburb by that name. Sinbad had cost just twenty-five 
cents, for that is what the lady gave the little boy, who did 
not want to take any money. Sinbad often alludes to that 
when we have a tiff, that he cost more than I did, for I was 
just picked up, no one owned me. Then when he wants 
to make up and he feels sorry for me he says, “Never mind, 
brother, I love you even if you did not cost twenty-five cents” ; 
how consoling that is, but the dear little chap means it all 
right, so I let him make up. When Sinbad first went to 
live at Mount Auburn he was a little wild when he went 
outdoors, so the lady made him a red-ribbon harness, 
and tied a string to it and tied him to a tree. In this way 
he could get the fresh air and play, without forgetting his 
promise to stay right there. How funny he did look, this 
kitten the size of a bar of laundry-soap tied to a thick rope, 
and then to a big oak tree. One day, when the little birds 
or the fairies told him about his power, he walked right out 
of his harness, and by his conduct proved to his family that 
he knew enough to stay around a good home, so he was not 
tied again. It is really demoralizing to keep a child or a 


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dog or a cat tied up, or to whip it. Teach your pets to stay 
around you by being kind and loving to them, and you 
will find they will not seek other homes, or need to be tied up. 

My! the day they brought me home and ushered me into 
Sinbad’s domains, can I ever forget it? I had never seen 
the inside of a house. When I got out of a basket and saw 
before me in the middle of the floor a black object with a. 
mountain of a back, and a tail as large as a floor-brush, and 
a tiny voice that sounded to me as the roar of a lion would to 
you, say “Sp- - - - -t!” I was sorry I had been taken 
away from my Bohemian life. I did not say much to the 
angry kitten, but I showed him how I looked when puffed 
up. We stood looking at one another for some time, and 
then we moved nearer to each other; and I declare, if the < 
saucy little fellow did not slap me in the face; after that, 
we both ran under chairs and peeped out at each other; I 
was not that silly? When feeding time came, we became 1 
a little better acquainted, for you know the way to reach a i 
man’s heart is by good feeding;’ so we both were interested 
in this part of the show. After tea, Sinbad stayed under the 
stove and watched me, but I was braver, for I stayed un- 
der the couch. My curiosity got the better of me after a 
little, so I examined all the furniture. I could see that the 
prior boss looked upon me as a usurper, and that he felt 
that a little of his nose was already out of joint. I knew that 
I was pleasing to look upon, for all the ladies said so, and 
they know. 

I also had had a chance to see myself in a looking-glass 
a few minutes before, and I was pleased to see that I was a 
blond and that I had yellow hair (genuine yellow too), and 
that I had two large, very large, yellow eyes that a very poet- 
ical lady said looked like “brilliant topaz gems.” She said 
my ears were “beautiful, pink sea-shells,” and a darling of 
a nose that was like the “blushing rose.” Were I a poet 
I should set these charming, flattering words into a poem. 


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Maybe Sinbad can ; I ’ll ask him. But, boys and girls, I 
have ten yellow gold rings around my tail, and it is so long 
it sweeps the ground when I let it rest there. But above all, 
boys, I have real long whiskers; don’t you envy me P I put 
my paws up two times the first time I saw them, to feel 
whether they were real. Do you know why animals have 
whiskers ? Well, it is to protect them, for when they run 
against anything, the whiskers tell them to take care, and 
the whiskers feel the first obstruction in the way. Some 
say that cats see in the dark, then they would not need the 
feelers so much ; but the ladies say they are on a cat in order 
to give them the finishing touch of beauty; when painted on 
canvas they add greatly to a cat picture. Sinbad is so smart 
that he sees everything going on, and he is the principal one 
about the place. One day it was raining, and he had gone 
visiting before the rain; so when he wanted to come home, 
he was afraid to go out and get his coat wet; he watched under 
some steps until he saw a lady come along with her umbrella 
up, and what do you think ? he ran to her side and walked 
with her until he got to our steps, and then he ran up, and 
we opened the door. His feet were wet, but his coat and 
bloomers were nice and dry. It took nerve and brains to 
do that, which I lack. Isn’t it funny to think that the 
rain comes from above? We watched the first rain, and 
as it pattered on our window we tried to catch the pretty 
little sparkling diamonds. When we were at this place Sin- 
bad had a startling experience. 

The same “bachelor” of whom we have spoken (the one 
who should buy him a wife) saw Sinbad in the hammock; 
so he took hold of the rope and swung him like fury and tossed 
him up in the air three times. Dear Sinbad landed on his 
feet each time in the hammock, showing that he was an ath- 
lete and “game,” as well as no coward. He was then told 
that he had been through Harvard. Ask your big brother 
what that means. My! I was alarmed for his safety, but 


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what could a poor, helpless kitten like me do, even when he 
saw his little brother in such a perilous position ? Now, if 
that had been a cat instead of a big, strong, wicked bachelor 
I should have whipped him. All I hope is, that we shall 
never belong to a family of “bachelors,” who should be 
married bachelors. 

I suppose my little brother will be telling some stories 
about me; so if he does, please believe what you wish about 
me, for he is a darling, and I am glad that I am his brother. 

Captain Kidd, Jr. 



Champion Romaldkirk Admiral 


CHAPTER V 


RELATED BY SINBAD THE SAILOR 

My big brother, who possesses the large and distin- 
guished name of Captain Kidd, was only a little barn 
kitten; he was like “Topsy” in “Uncle Tom’s Cabin,” 
who said, “I never was born, I growed!” so Kidd just 
“growed. ” 

Well, my foster brother could not remember anything 
about his parents, for when he was large enough to walk, he 
ran away, and was from that time a “tramp cat,” as those 
are called who roam about without established homes. 
Now, don’t be a “tramp cat” or a “tramp child,” for it is 
even worse to be a “tramp boy” or girl, for children can un- 
derstand, and cats and dogs cannot, and all “tramp cats” 
do not fare so well as did Captain Kidd. His Genealogical 
Live-Oak Tree could not be found when the historian was 
tracing his family pedigree. I want to tell you, on the 
quiet, that he is a remarkably beautiful cat, with fur as soft 
as silk, and very long fur too, so we feel sure he is of no ordi- 
nary nationality. Our Missy told Kidd herself one day “that 
when any one laughed at him and said that he had no pedi- 
gree, to speak up and reply that he was an American, for 
when you do not know who you are, just say you are an 
American, that being an American would cover a multitude 
of sins, for to be a true American, living under the flag 
of all flags, our glorious Star Spangled Banner, is the most 
glorious distinction of which any living thing can boast. ” 

Captain Kidd’s first home, after his birthplace, was with 
“campers/’ He chose the lower apartment, under the tent 
floor, but came out to be fed. Some “campers” had a tent 

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by the river, a very imposing spot, and as my big brother 
is rather artistic in his tastes, he selected this place as his 
summer home, where he could listen to the ripples of the 
laughing water, hear the birds sing, and see the squirrels 
climb the trees and crack nuts ; this was happiness indeed. 
He soon made friends with the “campers,” and forgot his 
fears. All went well until one day an enormous dog (Kidd 
said it looked like the pictures of the big grizzly bear) came 
to the camp, and the first thing that he spied was poor yel- 
low kitty, for Kidd had no name in those wild days ; so the 
ugly grizzly bear just chased poor yellow kitty without any 
name, way off from his lovely home. When my brother 
recovered from his dazed condition, he was under a house 
that he had never seen before, but very thankful that he had 
not been eaten alive on the strenuous journey. Here was 
another home to become acquainted with and new people 
to understand. He received kind treatment here, but as 
there were several children and many mouths to feed, he 
did not ask for so much milk as he wanted; still he was 
thankful for what they gave him. Now, this is how I hap- 
pened to have a big brother and a yellow one. After the 
lady (she who we now call our Missy, so, children, please 
accept this formal introduction to “Our Missy”) had bought 
me for twenty-five cents, she thought that another cat would 
be a good investment; so she decided to find a companion 
for me, a yellow and white kitten if possible, to offset my 
black and white monotony. She asked a number of per- 
sons about cats, and she also went to the town near the 
resort and inquired there. Yes: a little girl had seen a stray 
yellow and white kitten somewhere, but did not know 
where it was. Our Missy made three trips to the town, 
and the third time she saw the yellow and white kitten in a 
yard, so she asked the family if they would give it to her, and 
the lady said that she would be glad to give it to a kind 
person, as she had so many children and other cats to feed 


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that it would be better off. My Missy wished to remuner- 
ate her; but as she seemed to be the one who was obliged, 
she would not accept anything, so Captain Kidd Jr., was 
bought for nothing. 

Kidd said to me: “Of course I might just as well have 
been bought for twenty-five cents, or maybe thirty cents, but 
it was not to be my luck, and I found out then that you, 
Sinbad, were a better business manager than I was, for you 
drew more at sight.” We shall send the good lady a book 
when we get these out, and we shall hope that it will please 
her as much as the yellow kitten has pleased our family. 

The question arose at the little town of Provemont, 
Michigan, where our hero, Captain Kidd Jr., was born, in 
April, 1905, as to how he should be escorted home to the 
resort, two miles south. Our Missy had gone up on the 
boat, but it was not coming back until night, and this was 
morning. She had intended walking back for exercise, to 
reduce her “unwanted” flesh, but when my new brother 
made an extra weight she wondered how she would manage. 
At last a basket was bought for fifteen cents (the basket cost 
more than Kidd did), and he was put in and the cover shut 
down (and, by the way, that was the basket that did not serve, 
on our notorious trip later), and poor brother Kidd was a 
prisoner for the first time in his short life. He told me at 
first that he tried to scratch his way out, but that, in some 
unaccountable way, be accidentally fell asleep, against his 
wishes, and not being very strong or old at that time, he was 
not responsible for this accident. He did not awake until 
we met in my home, as described in a previous chapter. 

He did not remember that he rode home in a hayrick 
drawn by two good, kind farm horses, and driven by a jolly 
old farmer, who told our Missy and her escort (the bread- 
provider of our family) to jump in. This was a swell way to 
return to a fashionable resort, with a yellow and white kitten 
who was to become a hero and an author. I shall never for- 


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get my surprise and disgust when the basket was set down 
on the floor and I was given the responsible position of lift- 
ing up the cover, which I did w ith my nose. I jumped aside 
and stood in the middle of the room, when out popped the 
yellow and white kitten. I see that Captain Kidd has given 
you a graphic description of our first meeting. I suppose 
he thought me impolite, but I was doing what any other cat 
or child would do at the first moment of surprise when a 
usurper comes into the bosom of the family. I had been 
the only plaything for a week, so, of course, when this yellow 
kitten came in and walked up to my milk and helped him- 
self without my permission, and when he had finished, took 
my ball to play with, then got up on my nice bed and made 
himself comfortable, it was more than I could stand, so I 
did slap him in the face, for which I am sorry, now that I am 
older, and much ashamed. Our Missy says: “It is just so 
with you, little children; you will regret, in after years, all 
your mean and unkind acts, and words harshly spoken that 
come from your dear little lips, which were made to express 
only sweet, beautiful thoughts, and to utter w T ords to make 
others happy. Count “ten” before you speak an angry 
word, then the tenth count will bring a smile, and you will 
have added another link to the beautiful chain of pure gold 
which reaches to the peaceful beyond; try to make your 
chain as long as the peerless rainbow that crowns the sky of 
blue.” 

I was more than tickled when night came and I had a 
bedfellow; for some of the nights were dark in my room, 
when the big, shiny silver dollar in the sky forgot to come 
out. 

As soon as Captain Kidd got home, he received a name ; 
in fact, I heard our Missy say that she had us both named 
before we were even discovered, for she had planned to write 
a story of two kittens, and had got us in order to supply 
the material for the story. If we can do it satisfactorily. 


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and please the little people, that is all the reward we desire, 
for our family loves children and animals better than any- 
thing else in this beautiful world. 

Do you know that this foster brother of mine is a regu- 
lar Beau Brummell? He is charming, for his coloring is 
exquisite, and his fur very soft. I am not joking when I 
say he is worth twenty-five cents now, and I am very proud 
of him. His ancestors must have been refined, pedigreed 
people, after all. Maybe the tree will grow some year soon. 
What do you think he did the first morning after he made his 
entree into polite society? Because his breakfast was not 
ready for him right on the minute, he walked over to the 
hotel and marched, two-step style, into the dining-room, 
with his head up, and his ten-ringed tail up in the air, and 
said, “ Meow, meow,” so many times and so fast that he was 
not understood, and our Missy was obliged to carry him to 
the cottage ; but after that our meals were on time. The 
family at the resort had a handsome, big, white bulldog; 
he looked fine to them, but to us he was an unpleasant 
reality — no dream. He never was allowed out alone, and 
every one was afraid of him; still, Jimmy was a fine dog, 
and was beloved by the owners. We never got close enough 
to examine his points, but our Missy said he was a fine speci- 
men of a dog. We took her word for it, but kept at a good 
distance. That makes me think of a dear little girl who 
came and sat on our front porch one evening. She said, 
“Put the tat in my yap.” I was the “tat,” so I was put 
into her “yap,” and when I cried because she was loving 
me so cordially, she said, “The tat stweeked.” Do you 
know what she meant? S. T. S. 


CHAPTER VI 


My! we had such a time at our house the other day! 
That little brother of mine, Sinbad, found the mucilage-pot; 
and before we could stop him, he had turned it over, and 
when he saw the mucilage running away, he tried to stop 
it with his paw and put it back into the bottle; dreadful to 
relate, it stuck to him and he to it, and you never saw such 
a stuck-up cat in your life. He was so provoked because I 
laughed at him that he tried to wash it off his paws, and then 
he got it into his eyes and stuck them nearly shut; his 
mouth and whiskers were united, and he was the funniest 
paste cat I ever saw; he was ready to be pasted in a scrap- 
book. He was obliged to be bathed, and he thought his 
last days had come, for this was his first wash-day. I 
thought that after this experience he would not be so curious, 
but he is as curious as a woman, and wants to see how every- 
thing is put together. His next busy day was when he found 
the stove door open. He jumped in, walked around, and 
when he got through examining the interior of the stove, 
he came out a wiser, but blacker kitty. He went in a lovely 
white and black cat, and in a lightning change came out a 
coal black cat. Of course there was no fire in the stove. 
Another bath was the end of that day’s program. He 
yow ! 

Sinbad is so smart that I cannot see why he gets into so 
many scrapes. He is twice as quick at perceiving things 
as I am, and much livelier; so he dances around most of the 
time, and he sleeps so little that it is no wonder he does not 
grow faster. I am only a month older than he, but I am 
twice as large. Some one should explain to him the value of 
sleep ; even at night, when he looks as if he was asleep, he 

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talks or kicks or snores most of the time; so, lately, I have 
slept across the room from him. He says that I am the one 
who snores, but I watched him, and found out that it was he, 
and I listened to hear whether I snored, but I did not. He 
is a darling little brother, and we all love him. Do you know 
that every one can learn something from every one else if 
one will only think so and will try to see the best in life ? I 
have learned lots from Sinbad, for although I am older, he 
has such wonderful perceptive powers that slow me, who 
takes a week to get things through my head, am trying to 
learn to think faster; but I tell you it keeps me busy to keep 
pace with my little brother, particularly in mischief-plays. 
Remember what I tell you, that you can always learn some- 
thing from your tiniest brother or sister; so do not ever feel 
superior to those beneath you in years or of lowlier station 
in life. Do all the good you can and make others happy. 

Yours truly, C. K. Jr. 



Angela 



CHAPTER VII 


KIDD ATTENDS A YOUNG LADIES’ SEMINARY 

Kidd’s so “spoony”! I heard that term the other day 
applied to some young men, so I think it fits our Kidd, for he 
lets people cuddle him up and caress him and say big sweet 
words to him. I always squirm and try to get away when 
people are too familiar. I do not object to having my fur 
stroked or to lying down in a lap, but no hugging for me. 
I only submit to the lap-holding so as to play with watch- 
chains, buttons on coats, and ribbons. The most fun is to 
pull the buttons off. I wonder which of us kittens you think 
the more valuable. Kidd says that he is made of gold and 
diamonds, for gold is yellow and diamonds are white. I say 
that I am made of coal and flour, because I am black and 
w T hite, so I think, that I am more useful. We have con- 
troversies quite often, but that is the way to become educa- 
ted, listening to others and noting their ideas and ways. 
What do you think Captain Kidd Jr. did the other day? 
We say that he is like his illustrious ancestor. Captain Kidd 
the pirate and explorer. Well, the Junior went up into our 
attic, got out of a window, and walked along the high narrow 
ledge of the windows until he got over to the next house, 
when he went through their open window. When he found 
he was in a strange house, he was a trifle nervous, but he 
ventured to explore a little, downstairs, and there found a 
lady sewing, whom he recognized as our good neighbor who 
loves animals as much as we do. She petted him and 
brought the wanderer home; she said he was a quiet bur- 
g'ar. 

Kidd is so clumsy! would you think so from his pretty 

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pictures ? When he jumps up after a ball he comes down 
like a loaf of Bridget’s bread, but he cannot help this mis- 
fortune in his make-up. 

Oh, boys! Did you ever walk on painted steps in your 
bare feet ? Well, we did, and you don’t know what we got 
for doing it? Yes, you are laughing, so you do know; who 
told you? 

You see, Kidd and I were around on the front lawn, we 
had noticed boxes and sticks in the front of our porch, so of 
course we had to see what was behind the boxes. We very 
naturally did just what you boys would have done — hopped 
over the boxes, and we had walked on just one step with 
just one foot each, when Kidd said to me, “O Sinny! hurry 
up, or we shall stick fast!” We both ran up all the steps 
and over the porch and got up on the front parlor window- 
sill. Then the sill was painted the shape of our feet, and 
we knew that “trouble was brewing in some sunny clime.” 
We gazed into each other’s eyes, and we both wanted to say 
“ Didn’t I tell you ! ” but we only turned our backs and went 
to work to wash up. Kidd’s feet are larger than mine, so 
he made the most havoc, but there w T ere enough of mine to 
show that I was an accomplice. The first attempt to clean 
off the paint was enough to disgust us with it forever; the 
taste, and the odor were so — I can not think of a word bad 
enough ; that we waited until our Missy came out and wiped 
the horrid stuff off our feet; but for a day we could not en- 
joy eating or even the company of each other, for the horrid 
odor went everywhere we went and was doubly odorous 
when we came together. I thought Kidd had it and he 
thought my fur w T as still painted, so we had a terrible time 
until the odor evaporated. We are judges of good paint 
now, and we know that if it had been “pure paint,” it never 
would have come off right after being painted. You see, 
our owner used the paint he manufactures, so don’t tell; 
this is a little joke on him, Missy says. 


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My big brother Kidd took the liberty of attending the 
“Kenwood Institute” when we first moved to Chicago. 
We missed him every morning and he would not return 
until noon. At last, we watched him, and found that he 
sat on the steps until nine o’clock when the doors were 
opened. He then walked in, up the aisle to the teacher’s 
desk, and either sat by her side or under her chair, if the 
recital were monotonous, or on top of her desk if the exer- 
cises were at all interesting. He was made welcome and 
the teacher said that he was so cunning, that they liked to 
have him come, and that he was evidently seeking a higher 
education. 

Some days he would select a very sweet young lady and 
sleep in her lap; he certainly did as he pleased, and he 
really became very polished, spending so much time at a 
young ladies’ seminary. Kidd is a regular “ladies’ man.” 
He is very dignified, and he makes you respect him. He 
would walk down the aisles at the school with the dignity 
of the Principal himself. Now t that the snow is deep be- 
tween our back yard and the back door of the school, he 
does not attend; then again, he said that the doors were 
not opened in winter, so he has been obliged to remain 
at home. I tease him and tell him that he was expelled 
for his devotion to the young ladies. I felt a little hurt 
when he said to me last fall, “Come on, Sinny, and I will 
take you into the Kindergarten; you certainly need the 
training.” Well, I was so indignant, for I was only a 
month younger, and he was way up in the graduating 
class. I never went, but do you know, when the Kinder- 
garten was held out on the lawn on nice days, I caught my 
big brother playing with the children and making himself 
the center of attraction. My! he likes a fuss made over 
him! But, all joking aside, I really think Kidd wanted 
to study arithmetic, so as to know T about weight and 
measure, and be able to judge whether he received the 


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proper weight of meat and measure of milk each day. 
But if Kidd knows more than I do about arithmetic, I 
can beat him on geography. He made me laugh when 
he said so innocently, “Sinny dear, are we still in Michi- 
gan ?” I said, “No, you foolish boy, we are in Chicago.” 
“ Well ! ” said my big brother, “ is not Chicago in Michigan ? ” 
“No, no!” said I, “Chicago is not in any place; Chicago 
is the whole big world.” “Oh!” said my brother. Still, 
Kidd is very clever. 

Before I knew who the man was that stayed here nights 
and Sundays, I thought him very impudent. One evening 
I got up on the library desk where the big lamp was, as 1 
wanted to examine the brjght light, and what do you sup- 
pose he did ? With his large four-fingered and one- 
thumbed hand, he slapped me and made me fall off on the 
floor. I just stood and looked at him, and I said to myself 
(not loud enough for him to hear), “What right have you 
to touch ME in my own house ? Who are you, you great 
big Sunday-man ?” But I held my tongue. I found out 
later that he was the money-maker of our family, and that 
he did not have many rights about the house, but I happened 
to be one of his permits. 

We two like him very much now, for we understand 
one another, and he sees we are really necessary to his 
comfort. I think I won his love by trying to return his 
watch-chain which I had been playing with on the floor. 
I took it in my mouth and jumped up on his knee with it; 
of course, the family thought that wonderful. Our owner 
told me that I had a black mother. Then, my Missy said, 
“That is why you have a kind heart, Sinbad dear, you 
were brought up to the age of three months by your black 
mother, and I can tell you here that there is no care for a 
child so perfect and so earnest as the care which a good, 
faithful old ‘black mammy’ gives to her ‘Lit’l white- 
chile.’” S. T. S. 


CHAPTER VIII 


My little brother Sinny (that is his endearing name) 
went over to the neighbor’s one day and walked into the 
pantry and turned over a pan of flour, right on the floor. 
He liked that so much that he got up on the pantry shelf 
and made himself at home by turning over the salt, spilling 
that all over the floor. That is bad luck, you know. So 
the maid picked him up, and with a little reminder not to 
repeat this again, she sent him home. I told him I had 
heard that, when you spill the salt, you will cry before 
night. He never blushed when the maid gave him the 
little reminder, and walked home as unconcernedly as 
though he had performed an everyday duty. Sinny does 
not see things in the same light that others do; he says, 
after a thing is done, what is the use worrying about it ? — 
try something else. If every one was as happy as dear 
little brother is, this would be a joyful world. He know T s 
he owns everything about our block. This morning he 
heard some little sparrows (we even feed and love the 
despised sparrows, for the same good Creator who made 
you, made them) on the porch, quarreling, so he jumped 
on the window-sill, and cried to them to come down; he 
trembled all over with excitement, and when they flew 
away he turned around and looked at us in an abused 
way, as much as to say, “What made them go away w T hen I 
wanted to catch them?” I tried to catch a bird one day, 
before I learned that it v T as wdcked to kill anything, but the 
bird flew aw T ay up in the air, and I really felt chagrined at 
my ignorance of bird-life. Some smart person told me to 
put a little salt on a bird’s tail, then I could catch him. But 
if it is wicked, I do not want to catch the happy little birds. 

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Do you know “Red Dick,” the Red Persian? He is 
the immense (I guess biggest is the most appropriate word 
for him) cat of the neighborhood, and my! but he is puffed 
up about it! He has a pedigree, so his relatives are aris- 
tocrats. He is an “orange Angora ,” — you know what that 
is, — in my style it is called yellow, 
you know, just a “yellow cat,” as 
we unfortunate animals are called 
when our ancestors forget to write 
up a long paper with all the ‘ ‘blue- 
blood” recorded of the aristocracy 
of the family. 

But I heard that it was not very 
hard to buy a pedigree, so it may be 
that when this book makes me rich 
I can buy one. Then I shall be 
registered as an “orange and white” 

Maltese with large “amber colored 
eyes,” and I shall have a number 
and some kind of a ribbon; I hope 
it will be blue, for blue looks the best with my complexion, 
and I suppose the judges always think of that when they 
give the prize-ribbons. I am full of the talk of the “ Cat 
show” just now, but I will tell you about that later, as 
dear friend Dick was just in this room as we were 
writing this story, and as he walked out with his feather- 
duster-tail up in the air, he looked back and said, “Honor- 
able Captain Kidd Jr. of the Steamship Illinois, will you 
please write something about me that will be very gratify- 
ing to my relatives? You know I have a pedigree.” See 
how nice he is when he wants something from the “yellow, 
unpedigreed cat” ? When I am over in his yard, he is not 
so courteous; he usually runs after me. What I cannot 
understand is that his hair stands out all the time, while 
mine does so only when I am angry or frightened. He 



Red Dick 


30 CAPTAIN KIDI) JR. AND SINBAD THE SAILOR 


put on a good many airs with us until Sinbad gave him to 
understand that he did not own all of us. The first time 
he came up to me 1 was so bewildered that I laid down 
on my back and yelled as loudly as I could for someone 
to come. All the time Dick stood and looked at me but 
never touched me, only the thoughts of that frizzly four- 
legged something gazing at one was enough to make any one 
yell; then you remember my experience while camping 
in the north. I thought that this was that big bear’s 
little boy-cub, for he was just as woolly. But here the 
real nerve and generalship of my little brother came to 
light. Sinbad was playing in our yard when he heard 
me cry. At once he knew his big brother’s voice, so he ran 
to me and discovered the frizzly neighbor standing over 
me, either admiring my voice or waiting to whip me. 
When our neighbor saw Sinny (who was about the size 
of frizzly neighbor’s head) he turned his aristocratic face 
to our unpedigreed Sinbad, and our brave little sailor 
raised his tiny right paw and landed a pugilistic blow 
upon our “orange” neighbor’s left cheek. Well, I ex- 
pected a terrible fight here, but no; our surprised frizzly 
neighbor walked right home in a hurry, and we know 
that he told his mother. I was saved. 

About a week after that encounter in the back yard, 
we had one almost as thrilling in the front yard. Sinbad 
the Sailor took it into his wise head to investigate his 
frizzly neighbor’s porch and house, so he walked on the 
outside railing from our house, and soon was on our 
“orange” neighbor’s front porch railing, on the outside. 
Presently he felt a push, and looking around saw his frizzly 
neighbor trying to push him off the railing; he tried three 
times. I heard my little brother give three screams, and 
by the time I got to him, the “orange” neighbor’s mama 
had come out and corrected him for being so impolite to 
a guest. But now Sinbad and Dicky (for they are 


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friends now) enjoy each other’s company, and Dicky’s 
mistress told our Missy that our little Sinny was the 
first friend Dicky ever had, for all cats are afraid of 
him on account of his great size, and that he does not want 
to fight; he only wants to play, tie is certainly a beauti- 
ful cat and we all love him now. Our Missy takes him up 
and hugs him and calls him sweet names. I am begin- 
ning to know him better, but even now, when he comes upon 
me unexpectedly, a horrid chill creeps down my back and 
travels to my feet, and my legs seem to want to stop work- 
ing. Look at his picture; is he not a beautiful specimen 
of an aristocratic cat ? The picture of his famous father, 
Royal Norton, shows the highest type of a pedigree cat. 

Would you not imagine that Sinbad, after so many 
mistakes, would be more careful ? But he is not. Last 
night he was asleep in the big leather rocking-chair (a 
place he was forbidden to be in) when our Missy’s mama 
sat right down on him, and she weighs one hundred and 
fifty pounds. Just to think of my little brother thus lost 
from view; but as he had the fortunate accomplishment, 
handed down to him by his ancestors, of voicing his sen- 
timents, he emphatically objected to this treatment and 
with a dissatisfied yell, he became released, and both the 
participants in this thrilling scene jumped to their feet 
and spent the next few seconds in caressing and apologiz- 
ing. He was not injured, but to hear the family all talking 
at once, “outsiders” would have thought that we were 
holding a women’s convention. 

In less than an hour Sinbad had forgotten about this 
“hair-breadth” escape and had another. The shades 
in our house have white cords with the cutest little teasing 
balls on the ends. They were white before we became 
acquainted with them; however, they must have been 
made for kittens to play with, for Sinny said so, and 
he knows ’bout all things. My little brother took one of 


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these little teasing balls in his mouth, and ran way out 
into the room; say, boys, but he was enjoying himself, 
when up went the shade and Sinny with it, only a -few 
inches from the floor, to be sure, for he had presence of 
mind enough to let go; but the curtain! well, it went up 
so far that we had to have a man get up on a high pair of 
stairs and bring it back again. Sinny never saw it 
come back, for he had run the other way and was under 
the kitchen table, waiting for his lesson in deportment to 
be brought to him, when the shade was placed in position 
again. The little white ball was found under the couch 
across the room, and we both wished that it might be 
permitted to remain on the floor, but it was not. Sinny 
does things on the “spur of the moment” but I wait and 
profit by his experiences. 

We had company the other evening, and Sinbad thought 
that they had come to see him, so he “kept the floor” for a 
long time. The first thing that he did was to get into the 
jardiniere and stand up in it, looking all around the room 
in a most ludicrous manner. One of the callers, whom we 
know by the name of Hazel, put Sinbad under the jardin- 
iere, and I thought that I had lost my little brother, for I 
could not see nor hear him. I ran around the bowl until I 
was dizzy, then I turned and went the other way, but that 
did not unwind me, for I was still dizzy; all the time I was 
trying with my paws to push the jardiniere over and set little 
Sinny free. I was not strong enough to help rescue him, so 
after the guests had had plenty of fun at poor Sinbad’s ex- 
pense, Hazel dear, our “guest of honor” raised the jardin- 
iere, and there was darling Sinny “safe and sound,” but a 
little pale in the face. I was greatly relieved. At the sight 
of the guests he had the fever that most children have when 
company calls on the family, which is diagnosed as the 
“showing off” or “acting smart” fever; did any of you little 
children ever have it P Well, my little brother often has an 


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attack; this time he walked over the key-board of the piano; 
then he jumped on the backs of our best chairs, turning som- 
mersaults in the middle of the floor, causing so much amuse- 
ment that, at this point of the entertainment, he was sent up 
stairs to bed, and of course that meant me too, as we are sup- 
posed to do everything together. We really are two distinct 
kittens, but we figure out as one. It is horrible to be one- 
half of two kittens, especially as the two halves in our case 
do not always agree. 

The next evening at dinner time, Sinbad became impa- 
tient for his dinner, so he marched himself off to the kitchen 
and stood around in the way. He was politely asked to de- 
part, but you have to take Sinny bodily when you want him 
to go out; that is, if he wants to stay in, and he never takes a 
hint; so he stayed until our Mama stepped on his left toe of 
his left foot on his left leg of his left side. Our Mama was 
the especial cook that night. My! how my little brother did 
yell ! he was quite lame for four days and very lame at meal 
times and would stand and hold his little foot up, or sit under 
the kitchen table where feet could not reach him, and when- 
ever he saw our Mama coming, he would hurry out of the 
way. He did not get over the fright for some days, and 
when he did get well, either from habit or because he thought 
he could get sympathy, he would hold that little foot up, and 
we all felt so sorry that w T e let him have his own way about 
anything he wanted. We are all very much spoiled in our 
household. Another day we missed him and found him on 
the sideboard playing with the knife rests. One of the rests 
was on the floor but it was not broken, as it was made of hard 
cut glass. After he was taken down from that place, he im- 
mediately bounced into the open drawer upon the clean 
company table-linen. That same evening, when I was sit- 
ting quietly in Missy’s lap, our attention was called to Sin- 
bad, and there at the fire-place crawling up the chimney, 
was the little mischief, only his tail hanging out by which to 


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catch him. He had been hearing about Santa Claus. He 
had to be bathed again, for he was a “ total eclipse. ” When 
it became cold enough for a fire in the grate, we both sat be- 
fore the fire listening to the spitting of a cat, as we supposed 
the noise to be. It went just like sp p-p-p-p-t, but Sinny 
could not stand it so long as I could ; he went up to the iron 
bars and touched them with his nose; he jumped away in 
a hurry, and, poor lad, he had to have his nose bathed this 
time in vaseline. I think it smarted for a little while, and 
now he walks away around the room when he passes that 
grate. Our Missy was making some new silk curtains for 
our parlor windows, when Sinbad rushed in and walked over 
them with his wet feet; it was raining and he did not stop to 
wipe his feet. This is one of the things he is not particular 
about, and I fear some little boys and girls, too, have the 
same bad habit. After a few minutes the spots dried out 
and we were all happy once more. The worst thing that 
my little brother has ever gotten into, so far, was the ink. 
He got up on the desk and was merely playing with the stop- 
per of the ink bottle when over it went. As the ink was 
running away he tried to stop it in a most natural way, by 
using his paws, which became black, and he was so alarmed 
for fear that he was turning to a black kitten that he started 
to wash it off. You can imagine how his face looked. This 
time it would not come off with water, so nothing but Doctor 
Time could get the black off, and it was several days before 
his black nose and tongue were restored to their lovely pink 
color. In the meantime he was not overburdened with 
good looks, and it was funny to see how affectionate he be- 
came, and how he would wash me with his black tongue, 
which made me squirm, so I tried to keep at a distance. 
You cannot put a thing down — a bundle, a book, a box, or 
even a bouquet of flowers — or change a piece of furniture, 
but our Sinny has to elect himself a private inspector to exam- 
ine every article. 


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Our Missy is not a good cook, but she does make good 
cake once in a while; so on this particular good-cake day 
she made a beautiful cocoanut cake and placed it upon the 
window-sill to cool. My little brother watched her making 
it, sitting on the floor and looking up with great interest 
while she sprinkled the fluffy cocoanut on the cake. After 
our Missy had left the pantry, he jumped on the sill and 
walked between the screen of the window and the cake, 
squeezing himself into a mere shadow. Before he had a 
chance to taste how good it was, our Missy came in, just as 
the reporters do “right on the spot,” and he was sent to the 
floor with a little reminder. The side of the cake that Sinny 
walked by, was cut off so that the company never knew 
about it, and it tasted even better, for it was a celebrated cake 
then, and would have its name in a book. But Sinny, he 
had cocoanut icing all over his right side, which had to have 
a bath, and his eyebrows, eyelashes, and whiskers were a 
sight. He washed them himself, as he rather enjoyed the 
sweet taste of the cocoanut. This morning Sinbad was on 
the desk and took hold of the penholder and made a big blot 
on the paper that our Missy was writing on ; he was helping 
her along, so he thought. That was not much fun, so he 
went away, and we tried to find him, for when Sinny disap- 
pears from our sight, we know that he is in mischief. After 
searching the house for about ten minutes, the paper-hanger 
found him on the tip-top step of his ladder; it being so high, 
we had passed it without looking up, and there the little ras- 
cal was peeping over the side giggling, and enjoying our cat- 
hunt. 

A lady friend called upon us yesterday, and when we 
were presented to her, she exclaimed, “Why, they are only 
common cats ! ” Our Missy explained how she had found us, 
and said that she brought us home for an object lesson, to 
prove that uneducated and unpedigreed animals can be made 
faithful and beautiful pets, and she says that the develop- 


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ment is more interesting in the case of a little stray animal, 
or a little homeless child or street urchin. I often think 
that, if our Missy owned a tiny world of her own, it would 
consist of homeless children and homeless animals. She 
says that she is proud of us, and that she knows that a good 
home, kind treatment, and gentle words, will make the 
homeliest child or animal lovely to behold. Bless the pub- 
lic homes for the friendless children and animals ! Our wish 
is that many more kind, public-spirited people of means will 
endow homes for the homeless, especially for the animals, 
as they are not so well protected. It is noble to endow lib- 
raries and schools and churches, but it is nobler to provide 
homes for children and animals, for these are the workman- 
ship of our Creator who made beast as well as man — the 
poor as well as the rich. We ask here that more homes for 
homeless animals be endowed in our large cities where there 
is so much suffering, and the good friends of the animals who 
contribute to their comforts, will certainly be blest and re- 
spected. 

Did you children see “Beautiful Jim Key” the cele- 
brated, educated horse? He gives exhibitions of his won- 
derful training in arithmetic, spelling, and reading, and the 
greater part of the money received from this noble horse’s 
exhibitions, goes to the humane cause, and supports the 
well-known “Jim Key Band of Mercy,” of which thousands 
of little children are members. 

If you wish to help the cause in Chicago, any of you little 
people can do good by sending five, ten, or twenty-five cents 
to the Anti-Cruelty Society, 459 Division St., or the South 
Side home, Indiana A venue and 23d St., and send it in the 
name of the “Master St. Elmo Animal Fund.” This so- 
ciety looks after all cases of cruelty to horses, and all other 
animals as well, and finds homes for those who have none, 
and until these homes are provided the animals are cared 
for in a building, fed, and doctored if necessary. Many 


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noble women give much time to the humane work of feeding 
and caring for the dumb animals that our good Father saw 
fit to place upon His beautiful earth; may we never be 
guilty of abusing one of these. Remember again the motto 
of the noble dog “St. Elmo.” 



How do You do, Little People? I am St. Elmo 
MOTTO 

“By being kind to all animals, and by protecting horses 
and dogs, you are befriending man’s best and most faithful 
friend.” — St. Elmo. 


CHAPTER IX 


You know my big brother Kidd; well, lie is very much of 
an explorer, so he went all around the road back of our place 
one day, and was gone so long that we feared that he had 
been shut up again. When he came home, he was very 
dusty and thirsty, but he never told even me where he had 
been; his silence made us suspect that he had been into mis- 
chief. Captain Kidd Jr. was a brave sailor, we thought, 
but to see how afraid he is of water makes us doubt his state- 
ments. He likes to sit on the washstand and play with the 
water as it runs out of the faucet; he tries to catch the drops 
with his paws, which he gets wet; and when he does he sits 
up as straight and stiff as a soldier and washes them, looking 
at me all the time, cross-eyed with a twinkle that is never 
mistaken for a “ Pm-not-afraid-of-water” expression, but 
you should hear him yell when he gets a bath. I did meet 
with a disagreeable mishap one morning while our Master 
was shaving. We had the hot water turned on, and we took 
turns playing with it; our Master would hold his razor (he 
told me the name, so I know) under the water, and the white 
foamy bubbles would wash off and drop into the basin; then 
it was my turn and I would try to catch them and put my 
paw T under the water; so we had lots of fun — first, our Mas- 
ter’s turn, then mine. After we had played until the gong 
sounded for breakfast, we w r ent away from the bath-room. 
You cannot guess what we did, can you P Well, I am sure 
it w r as not my fault, but at any rate, w hile we were enjoying 
our breakfast in the dining-room, water came dropping 
down upon us, and we looked up and saw T the nice, yellow 
ceiling all spotted a dark yellow 7 . Up ran our Missy and 
found the floor of the bath-room flooded. We had forgotten 


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to shut off the funny water, and the mean old thing went and 
told on us. It really was not my fault and our Missy knew 
it, so the other fellow “ caught it,” and it wasn’t brother Kidd, 
either, you know. The dainty, yellow ceiling never got over 
its bath, for it remains sulky looking still. 

Say, boys, have you any remedy in your family for “ high 
steppers”? That seems the complaint in our family. You 
remember I got my left foot stepped on, as Captain Kidd 
told you; but great was the surprise when the proud Cap- 
tain had to walk on three feet because the second in size in 
our family planted a large shoe on his left paw, and the 
strange part is that they seem to have a grudge against the 
left foot of the left leg of the left side of each of us. We cer- 
tainly need a permanent remedy. I really had to laugh, 
although it was not polite ; but you know the Captain is al- 
ways telling people that I am so anxious to eat that I am 
constantly hanging around the kitchen ; I wonder where he 
was when he got stepped on ; certainly, he was not sitting on 
the best chair in the parlor, as usual. Captain Kidd is 
getting to be quite a pugilist; I think he is practising to box 
with Dicky. Every night at bedtime, he gallantly steps 
upon the bed and awaits our Master’s chance to “knock 
the chip off his shoulder.” It is real fun to see them romp, 
and the Captain is so very careful not to scratch or bite our 
Master. Romping and boxing would not be so bad if 
done in play, but our Missy thinks that prize-fighting, 
bull-fighting, cock-fighting, bull-dog-fighting, and all fights 
where those engaged are not in fun, are wicked and degrad- 
ing, and should not be allowed in our free and beautiful 
United States; and further, she wishes that she had the 
power to stop it in all countries, especially the bull-fight- 
ing and the contests where animals are forced to fight. 
She says that it is brutal and that the authorities should 
try to stop it, making themselves Christians in a humane 
cause. Of course, our country does not permit bull-fight- 


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ing, but our Missy thinks that maybe our country could 
influence the countries where it is considered great sport, 
and show them that it is cruel to torture horses — dear, 
old, faithful, blinded, horses that have spent years in 
faithful service, to be turned into a ring for the poor, tor- 
mented bull to gore to death ! Our Missy thinks that such 
cruelty as this will find punishment in the hereafter. She 
also wishes that racehorses, and the dangerous pastime of 
hurdle-racing could be abolished, for horses are often injured 
in these races, and some fall and break a leg or shoulder and 
suffer until they are put out of their misery. Of course, 
racing has always been, and it will continue to exist until it is 
put down as one of our country’s evils, which all forms of 
gambling are proved to be. When the world ceases to 
make dumb animals suffer for its selfish gratification, we 
shall have better men and women, and better children, for 
when you find men, women, and children striving to help 
and protect helpless animals you see examples of true 
hearts; and honest hearts make loyal citizens; so remem- 
ber, children, that by caring for the animals that cannot 
help themselves, you are building a strong foundation for 
your future place in the world, therefore we must try to do 
good to all of God’s creatures. Our Missy said this, and I 
think every good girl and boy will agree with her. 

My big brother became very important one day, and he 
said to me, “Brother Sinbad the Sailor, when you introduce 
me, after this, will you please call me Captain Kidd Jr., 
especially when our pedigreed friends are around?” 1 
wanted to smile, but I respected his request, and so I try to 
remember now. 

I listened to a very interesting story the other evening 
about the pets our Missy had when she was a little girl, and 
some which she owned before we came to make her happy. 
I shall narrate what she said as accurately as possible. 

Missy said : “1 was a little girl in the Centennial year — 


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that was in 1876 (look up and read all about the Centennial, 
what it means, and where it was celebrated, in Philadelphia, 
Pa.), and a little kitten was given to me in that year, so I 
named him ‘ Centennial/ for he was black, white* and yel- 
low. I had always been fond of our beautiful flag, and as 
I decided that the kitten was representing the red, white, 
and blue of our dear flag, it seemed appropriate to name him, 
in that year, something which would remind me of my 
beloved flag; so I named him ‘ Centennial’ and nick-named 
him ‘Cen.’ Well, little Cen was one of the smartest and 
dearest pussies I ever owned, and I would dress him up in 
my doll’s clothes, with a white bonnet on his pretty head, 
and ride him in my doll-carriage on the sidewalk. He sat 
up like a baby and never wanted to get out. He slept in 
the cradle, and when he closed his little eyes to take his last 
long sleep he was in the little doll-cradle; so in my early 
childhood, I proved my loyalty to our beautiful flag, and I 
hope the little readers love this flag as much as I do. 

“ My love for animals was fostered by my dear Mama who 
was always kind and willing to help those in trouble, so 1 
was born with the impulse to help dumb creatures. This 
is only one example of my Mama’s kindness. We were 
crossing a bridge one lovely day, just after a severe storm, 
that had washed everything away in a flood. I was only four 
years of age; and as we were walking, we heard a plaintive 
cry, and down under the bridge, clinging to the wooden 
piles, was a little white kitten. My Mama called some men, 
and they went down and reached the little creature and took 
it home for us, and Mama rewarded them. After the dear 
little frightened puss had been dried and fed, it became 
tame and was a lovely kitten. He seemed to appreciate the 
fact that we had saved him from drowning; it cost us very 
little time and trouble, but we saved a life, even though a 
helpless kitten’s. 

“ I could fill a book with many other narratives of my pets, 


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but I shall not take up the time of the authors who are 
waiting to tell their stories, but I must tell you about Flossie 
and her son Touser. They were white Maltese cats. Flossie 
was born on the South Side in Chicago, and we brought her 
home one night in a carriage. She was very tiny, but she kept 
her head out of the window, watching the bright lights 
throughout the ride. She was so white that when she posed in 
her favorite position and place, which was upon the mar- 
ble mantle on a red-plush album, she looked like a piece 
of statuary, and received many compliments. One of her 
delights was to get up on a piece of high furniture and lean 
down and pull off the dusting-cap of the maid. When I 
asked her to say her prayers, she would sit down and place 
her front paws on the hassock or small chair, drop her head 
upon her paws, and remain until I said come. 

“Touser, who was her first son, and who grew to be 
twice her size, was a splendid specimen of a well-developed 
cat. His principal trick was talking, as we figured out. 
He would emphasize, reflect, and modulate his voice so 
that we could guess just what he wanted. When he was 
in a hurry for his meals, he would mew, mew, mew, mew 
with emphasis, meaning I’m so hungry; then, if we did not 
wait upon him, he would say mew-mew-mew very rapidly, 
meaning hurry up. When he wanted to get outdoors, he 
would stand up and rattle the knob, also wdien he wanted 
to get in. But the smartest thing that Touser did was to 
watch over his little half-brothers. They were kept down- 
stairs in a basket, as they were not able to do much walk- 
ing, so Touser thought that they should be up in the library 
with all the other cats; so he would go down and carry his 
three little brothers upstairs. He would bring one, hold- 
ing him by the nape of the neck in his mouth, and deposit 
him in a safe place under the bookcase or couch, then he 
would go after another. When he had the three little 
white baby kittens carefully housed out of sight, he would 


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43 


stretch himself, full length, in front of them, trying to 
hide them from the naughty people who would carry them 
back to their basket. Was that not reasoning ? Could you 
have hidden your dolly or your playthings away any better ? 
After the pussies had grown large enough to walk upstairs 
and get under things, poor Touser had such a hard time 
trying to pull them out, for they would crawl into small 
places where he could only reach his big paw under, 
so he would cry and worry until they came out. He took 
all the care of them, and slept in their basket, the mama 
Flossie, big brother Touser, and the three baby-kitties all 
together. 

“One day Touser found a fox-terrier in his yard, so he 
ran after him and rolled him over and over, the dog yelling 
all the time, and when the neighbor-dog returned home he 
had a long deep scratch on the upper side of his short tail; 
he never bothered the little kittens again. Another day we 
heard a quarrel, and looking out saw the dignified Flossie 
riding down the sidewalk on the back of a water-spaniel, 
the dog howling. It was real funny to see how these two 
cats could manage dogs. 

“I will tell you about a little bird I had, to show you 
that every animal can be taught something and can be 
made lovable. This little canary was thirteen years old 
when he died, and he went to sleep in my hand, looking up 
in my face as though he knew me to the last. I would let 
him out in my room, making sure no cats were about, and 
he would take hold of my pen and drag the penholder all 
around my desk, then he would fly to our Mama and 
pull the thread out of her needle and fly away with it. He 
would kiss us, and get on our heads, and try to pull the 
hairpins out; his name was ‘Cuty’ — even a tiny bird can 
amuse one and be a companion, sometimes a more agreeable 
one than a human being. When he sang, it sounded 
like two birds singing; it was said that he had a double- 


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voice, but we did not understand the peculiar power of 
his voice. 

“Another fine cat I had was ‘Colonel,’ and he was left 
in a house for several days. The people moved out and 
locked him in, without intending to do so, or he got in and 
was afraid to go out again, we never knew which; however, 
when my mother found him, he was nearly straved, and it 
was five days before she could get into the house to get him 
out. There was a small window where she placed his food 
and water every day; and, after she found the agent and 
had got the keys, she took him home — a thin, starved ani- 
mal; but in a short time he grew to be as handsome a black 
and white cat as ever grew. We often see a poor forlorn 
horse, dog, or cat, and think it is not worth caring for, but let 
me tell you that these creatures do turn out to be faithful 
pets, and that they appreciate a good home more than the 
cat that has been accustomed to one. I speak from exper- 
ience. There is so much room in this glorious world, and 
so many good-hearted people, that it seems that there should 
be no suffering in the animal kingdom. I shall turn the 
rest of the chapter over to dear Sinbad.” 

Say, boys ! do you think it very bad to pull the pretty pink 
flowers off your big sister’s company hat ? Well, our Missy 
left her company hat on the bed last night, and, as I had noth- 
ing to do, I just got into the crown of the hat and curled up 
and went to sleep; but you see before I did so, I had a big 
romp with the hat and the dainty pink roses, some of which, 
happening to want to play with me, dropped on the floor, and 
so we had a garden of roses in our bedroom that night. The 
strange part was that no one saw me play with the roses, 
for I was sound asleep in the company hat when the family 
found me, so how could they accuse me? Well! I was 
accused and lectured, and asked not to do that again. Do 
you know, the Captain (I mean Mr. Captain Kidd Jr.), 
laughed when he heard me being lectured, and ran under 


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the bed and peeped out, wondering whether this time he 
was to be counted as my other half. He was not, however. 
My big brother says that if I do not let him talk now, he will 
have forgotten all that he desires to relate. 

Yours truly, 

SlNBAD THE SAILOR. 



Phyllis (Masked Silver) 


CHAPTER X 


I just feel it in my bones that saucy Sinbad has been 
“telling tales out of 8011001” about me, so I feel justified 
in talking about him. I wish that you could all see little 
Sinbad’s eyes, for they are beautiful — not so large as 
mine, but different from cat’s eyes. They are light green 
with a dark blue ring around the iris, which makes his 
eyes look blue at times, and very brilliant; they look 
more like human eyes than any cat-eyes I have ever seen, 
and that is the reason why he sees so quickly. I get very 
cross with my little brother sometimes, for he is possessed 
to play with my long tail. I do not like that sport, for it 
is one-sided. His tail is so short that I cannot catch it, 
so it is no fun for me. Oftentimes I am sleepy and do not 
want to play, but that is the very time “Sinny” is anxious 
to entertain me. How the little scamp likes to ride on the 
carpet-sweeper! I guess he thinks that is safer than a 
boat. The first time Sinbad ever saw a carpet or rug, he 
tried to get all the spots and figures off; he would scratch 
at the figures and look puzzled at their resistance. Once 
we missed my small brother and looked for him in the 
kitchen. There he was, sitting in the oven of the stove; 
there was no fire in the stove, and the door had been left 
open by mistake. He was bad this morning; he jumped 
upon our Missy’s dresser and pulled her watch and chain 
down on the floor; he got a little reminder for that trick. 
But our pats are love pats, for our Missy does not believe 
in whipping either children or animals. 

You would have laughed had you seen him one evening. 
Our Missy had a chestnut suspended by a string and was 
swinging it so that the shadow was on the wall. “Sinny” 

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was on the couch watching it. He spent some minutes 
trying to catch the shadow, and then he sat and studied for 
a time. As the shadow rested on the wall, he put his foot 
up, and he noticed that the chestnut was in perfect form 
on his white paw; that puzzled him, so he looked back of 
him, and to his dismay he found that he had been making 
a goose of himself, that the real chestnut was back of him, 
suspended above his head. That was his first lesson in 
the real and the unreal. Did you ever try to make a rabbit 
shadow on the wall with your hands ? If not, ask some 
grown person to show you; this is called a “ silhouette. ” 
Did you ever see or hear a “Talking Machine” ? We have 
one called the “Victor,” and the first thing that “Sinny” 
did was to get into the big brass horn. At first, we were 
afraid of the voices in the horn, but now we sit by the hour 
and listen to Madam Sembrich and many other famous 
singers. When we are in the yard in the evening, and the 
family desire our company, they start the talking-machine, 
and we come right in. Sinbad thinks that when we be- 
come famous, we shall be asked to sing into the horn for 
the benefit of the public. He suggests getting up a cat- 
orchestra, but I say that, if we do, Royal Dick will want 
to be the director, and that would spoil the band, for all 
the cats are afraid of him. It may be that if we suggest the 
offer of so important a position to him, he will trim his 
hair; and as this is a bright idea, we will ask Royal Dick 
whether he will have his hair cut all but that on his head; 
then he will make a fine musical director. He has the stride 
without practice. 

“Sinbad is a hero!” that is what I heard last night, 
when our master came home and he was told that my 
little brother had caught a mouse. I was not a bit jealous, 
for I think it is wicked to kill anything, but “Sinny” is so 
voung he did not know that it was wrong; he only followed 
instinct, which tells cats to catch mice and rats. 


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It happened in this way. Sinbad was asleep in our 
Mama’s room when he made a frantic plunge from off 
the bed, and in a second he had a poor baby-mouse in 
his mouth. Our Missy ran to him as fast as she could, 
but before she could get there, he had swallowed tail and 
all, and was sitting up “licking his chops.” Our Missy 
felt very sorry, and she explained that he was very naughty 
to kill a little mouse. Our Missy did not know that we 
had any mice in our house, but “Sinny” found one. Dear 
little “Sinny”! he is so young and innocent, we all love 
him. 



Al Tarek 



CHAPTER XI 


Did you ever see a seven-toed cat? Well, our Missy 
visited some last summer and she asked us if she might 



Victoria 


have one of the cat’s photographs in our book; so, of 
course, we said yes, and here it is. This is “ \ictoria and 
he received his name before he had decided whether he 

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wanted to be called by a girl’s or a boy’s name. He is 
very pretty and weighs ten pounds. He has seven distinct 
toes on his front feet; he had some brothers and sisters 
who were provided with the same allowance of toes. What 
a dandy time they must have scratching up the leather 
furniture! We rather envy them, Kidd and I, for we have 
only five toes. These uncommon cats live at the “Wood- 
man Farm,” near Paw Paw, 
Michigan, and it was here 
that our Missy interviewed 
the intelligent dog “Dick.” 
He is a collie, tan-colored 
and white — very pretty, and 
so smart! Dick takes his 
tin-pan when he wants some 
food, and holds it between 
his teeth until some one fills 
it for him; then he gently 
drops it on the floor and 
eats his meal. When he has 
finished, if he wants more, 
he runs around the room 
looking for his mistress, until 
he gets all the dinner he requires. He shuts the doors in 
the house, sits up in the corner, holds a pipe in his mouth 
and above all, he shows his intelligence by driving the 
cows home every night. He hunts for them, gets them 
together, and brings them safely home. He is a kind, 
noble dog. 

Another feature of this farm which won our Missy’s 
heart was the “Pony Farm,” where “Jumbo,” the famous 
prize-pony, and many other pedigreed ponies live. One 
very beautiful pony is “Dolly Varden,” named by our 
Missy, and this beautiful little horse is white and tan- 
colored. Another little darling,” as our Missy says. 



“Caro S.” 



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is the tiny pony which the owner named after her — 
“Caro S.” It is spotless white, with a black tail and head. 
This little pony is a beauty, and the owner calls her his 
“prize-pony.” A very sad thing happened up in the 
country last summer. A mother horse was accidentally 
shot while pasturing in her own woods. Some parties 
were shooting birds, and the shot wounded her; we did 
not hear whether she recovered, but we shall hope that 
she did. While she was being attended the little colt 
had to be taken away from her care and brought up on 
the bottle, but it was doing well when we left the farm. 
What a wicked thing it was to hurt that poor mother, and 
how she must have missed her little colt! It is so danger- 
ous to shoot in the woods, and our Missy thinks it is wicked 
to kill birds, bears, squirrels, or any other animal, unless 
one is protecting one’s own life or the life of another; how 
can hunters see the animals die, and especially the deer, 
with their almost human, pleading eyes ? How can they 
have the kind and tender feelings that those have who 
shudder at the thought of killing any of God’s creatures ? 

In our family we like to save life. Often we take in 
dogs and cats that have no home, and if we cannot keep 
them, we find good places for them, and they have, in every 
case, proved grateful pets. One day this winter, our Missy 
found a little, white dog sitting on some cold steps and she 
tried for three days to coax him home, but he would not 
come at first; so she took food to him every day until he 
came over with her to our house. His poor little hind feet 
were nearly frozen, and we wrapped a warm cloth around 
him and gave him to the “garbage-man.” In about ten 
minutes our Missy looked up the street and there, perched 
upon the seat, sitting up, wrapped in his blanket, was the 
little tramp; he was barking at the people passing the 
wagon (while his master was away) and guarding the 
wagon. Does not this show appreciation and intelligence P 


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It was funny to see the lightning change in him from a poor 
half-starved, timid, abused waif, to the guardian of a 
“garbage-wagon,” but I am sure he will repay the good 
man wdio gave him a home. To-day, our Missy asked 
the man if he had the dog; he said “O, yes !; 5 5 then he 
was asked what name he had given his pet; he answered, 
“Mouser,” and he looked pleased when he was asked 
about his dog. We thank him from the deepest corner of 
our hearts. Men of wealth and business do not take time 
as a rule, to help poor animals in distress, but our Missy 
thinks that men in moderate or humbler circumstances 
seem to find time; sometimes too much wealth, health, and 
happiness make us neglectful of others and blind to the 
outside world of trouble. Let us all try to be more thought- 
ful, charitable, and humane. 



Stuart-White 


CHAPTER XII 


We are so sad at our house for our darling little Sinny 
left us on October the thirtieth. He was ill for three days 
and the doctor gave him medicine, but he could not save 
him, nor could our Missy with all the kind treatment she 
gave him. He had “gastritis” the doctor said, from 
over-eating, which is the trouble with many young cats and 
dogs ; they should not be overfed. So our dear, lively, gentle, 
cunning Sinny, the pet of the household, left us for a home 
where there is no suffering, and we miss him, oh, so much! 
We buried him in the flower-bed where he used to play 
amongst the flowers. I missed our Sinbad greatly and 
wondered where he was. For two months, our Missy could 
not continue this story, and we at first thought we never 
could, without our dear Sinny, but at last we have taken 
up the severed chain and I shall try to finish the story for 
the little people, just as I think my dear little brother 
would wish. Our darling Sinbad was so gentle, happy, and 
good that he was an example to human beings; always 
full of fun, he brought sunshine into our family of quiet 
old folks. His short stay with us, our Missy says, resem- 
bles a beautiful flower, born in the spring, in full bloom 
and beauty in the summer, and drooping and fading away 
in the fall. That was little Sinbad’s history, the memory 
of which is one sweet, pleasant dream. 


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CHAPTER XIII 


The chain of our story, which was broken by the passing 
of our beautiful little innocent Sinbad, has been united 
with links of love, so once more I take up the thread of this 

narrative and shall do my 
best to please you, as I feel 
sure did our little Sinbad. 

I was very lonely for a 
week, so our Missy sent up 
North for the twin brother of 
our Sinny, who looked like 
him only that he had a white 
collar around his neck, which 
Sinbad did not have. So, 
one Friday afternoon, the ex- 
pressman brought to our door 
a box directed to our Missy, 
and tacked on the upper cor- 
ner was a card, with these 
words written upon it, 
“Please give me some milk,” 
and signed “ Mr. Puss.” Our 
Missy was not at home, for 
this was her club-day, and 
you children know what a 
“club-day” means, but our 
good Mama was at home, so 
she opened the box, and out walked the largest cat, for a 
kitten, that you ever saw. I thought he was another bear 
cub! I feel sure our Mama was surprised also, for she 
exclaimed, “Why, I thought Sinbad’s brother would he his 

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Midshipmite 


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size”; but this cat was twice as large, so extremely hand- 
some. We did not speak, but I ran and hid. When our 
Missy returned at 6:30 p. m., she was overcome with amaze- 
ment, for there sitting up as “straight as a judge,” on our 
front stairs, and on our new stair-carpet too, was this 
enormous black and white something. 

“Well,” said our Missy, “this, certainly, cannot be 
Sinny’s twin, but if he is, that proves what country life 
will do for animals as well as for children, for he is twice the 
size our Sinbad was when he left us. I believe this is the 
handsome cat that was found in the woods and that stayed 
around our cottage last summer. But I do not think that 
Barney would send us another cat when we specified that 
we wanted Sinbad ’s brother.” So we tried to make him 
feel at home and welcomed him as our Sinny’s overgrown 
twin brother. He did not feel very well the first few days 
after he got here; the day-and-a-half journey with so many 
changes and noises made him sick and tired, so we did not 
get at all acquainted. After he felt better he began investi- 
gating his new home. 

He seemed to find the kitchen the most interesting place, 
and so he went out there and walked right up to the gas-range 
and stuck his nose up to the light, and then he jumped back; 
but it was too late, for he had scorched his pretty eyebrows 
and whiskers, and I declare if they were not curled up just 
as a dandelion stem is when you split it and put it in your 
mouth to make it curl. What a novel way to make one’s 
straight hair curly! but don’t any of you children try that 
way, for it is a wonder that his eyes were not injured, or 
his face. He had to go around in this funny style for a 
number of days until the burnt eyebrows broke off and you 
can guess how we all laughed at him. He never seemed to 
like the stove after that. Of course, by that time he had a 
name, for in our family our names are usually given us be- 
fore we arrive on earth; so he was named “ Midshipmite,” 


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and we pet-named him “Middy.” He received his name 
so as to belong to our crew, you see. Of course, Middy 
did not have a pedigree, so he was all right to join our party. 
For some days we kept apart, then we saw a look in each 
other’s face, which rather said, “Let’s get acquainted,” 
so we both ran into the dining-room and sat on each side of 
the table-leg and peeped across at the other. The examina- 
tion of each other’s features did not seem to be pleasing to 
either of us, for we both said and spoke some ungentlemanly 
words — I shall not tell you what they were; then we struck 
each other with our paws, and ran into the library and I 
found shelter under the couch, while Middy ran up on the 
best stairs on the new carpet, and sat down and peeked 
through the banisters at me. We soon retired for the night 
after that, and the next morning neither of us would even 
go into the room where the other was. I heard a crash, and 
the family said that Midshipmite had knocked down a 
plate from the pantry shelf while foraging for food; his 
breakfast not being ready in time to suit his Midshipmite- 
ship. He had been in the habit of foraging for his food in 
the woods, or of having it handed to him out of doors, and 
so he was not familiar with our city ways. All he got for 
that mistake was some nice warm milk. I do not think that 
Middy was ever burdened with politeness; still we think 
that had he remained with us longer, he might have attained 
some pedigreed ways. After this new member of the fam- 
ily arrived, there was tumult and trouble all the time. He 
was afraid to look out of the windows, and when a wagon 
or a dog or even a person would pass on the sidewalk, he 
would “get crazy,” so our Master would say. Our Missy 
felt sorry for him and petted him and did all she could to 
tame him, but really he seemed to be born wild, and he evi- 
dently was “sowing his wild oats,” and the worst of it was 
that most of them were sowed on me. He took every op- 
portunity to chase me, and once or twice, I think it was three 


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times, lie jumped on my back, and I just yelled, you know. 
He had a grudge against me from the start and really showed 
that he thought I had no right to be in my own house when 
he came. I was almost convinced that I did not have a 
right, by the way he treated me. I got so I was afraid to 
come out from under the couch, and my life was becoming 
one extended nightmare. He 
was so very sweet and good 
with our Missy, and, when 
I was not around, he pre- 
tended to be “ too good to 
eat.” One day the tables 
turned. He was feeling 
rather disagreeable, I guess, 
for he turned and bit our 
kind Mama on the hand, so 
she felt as I felt when Middy 
overfeasted on me. He was 
so beautiful that we did not 
want to send him back. His 
face and breast were so white 
and his black coat so glossy 
that he really was a handsome 
animal. Finally, he bit our 
Missy and she decided, that 
if he could not love her , he 
would never love any of us, 
so we concluded to send him back to the country. Our 
Missy even made him a straight-jacket of pink cloth tied 
with blue satin ribbons and put it on him so that he could 
not run so fast; but even that did not keep him from jump- 
ing on me as soon as he would set his handsome eyes on the 
poor yellow cat. As he was returned before we could get a 
picture of him in his pink straight- jacket, I have been forced 
to shoulder his coat of correction and pose for my picture 



58 CAPTAIN KIDD JR. AND SINBAD THE SAILOR 

just to show you how he looked. Don’t you feel sorry for 
me? It is very hard to run in this jacket as it holds your 
feet back, so I am going to be good, and then I shall not 
have to wear it; then the pink was becoming to Middy 
but not to me, and that will also be an incentive to be good, 
as I like to be admired, and blue is more becoming to a 
blonde. We did feel sorry for Midshipmite when we received 

a letter stating that they had 
sent this cat in place of Sin- 
bad’s brother, as the brother 
had died soon after Sinbad 
left his home, and that this 
Middy was the little half- 
starved kitten that little Al- 
fred found in the woods the 
fall before. He had grown 
to be so large and handsome 
that the family all loved him 
and it was a sacrifice for 
them to send him to our 
Missy, but they said that they 
loved her so dearly that 
they were glad to please her. 
My! how sorry our Missy 
was to think that they had 
done so much for her, so 
when we could not agree, our Missy really was pleased to 
have an excuse to send him back to his friends in the country, 
and they say he was very glad to get back and they were very 
happy to have him, so we returned him for a Christmas gift 
with a five-dollar bill, which was very little indeed, after the 
unselfishness shown by these good people; but the love and 
appreciation which we all bear to the good Barney and his 
little boys is larger than any bank of money. When Middy 
was brought home by Alfred and his brother to their father 



Alfred and Midshipmite 



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Barney, the kitten looked so starved and sick that the father 
thought it best to chloroform him and put him out of his mis- 
ery, but the boys pleaded so to save his life that the good 
man went to work feeding him carefully and treating him 
until he recovered. What a splendid example for others to 
follow! This kind-hearted man saved the life of one of 
God’s creatures, and proved that right treatment will usually 
bring good results. Remember, children, this story of a 
little country lad, Alfred, who could not see a tiny mite of a 
kitten starve, and think that if he lived in your city, what a 
help he could be to the humane societies and to the animal 
kingdom. This boy deserves a medal. It was quite a 
joke on our Missy having the puss come down, and she says 
that Middy came to Chicago on a visit of a month and as he 
did not like city life nor city cats it was wise to make him 
happy in his home in the woods, with a family that is fond of 
all animals. Our Master teases poor Missy and says, “ Well, 
how is your eight-dollar cat?” for he cost in all that sum, 
but if we had not had him we could not have written this 
chapter; so you see he was of great importance to us, and 
Chicago should be proud to have had his distinguished 
presence even for a month. 



Silver Starlight 


CHAPTER XIV 


“Hello! Pit-Pat! How did you get in to my house?” 
“How do, Captain Kidd Jr. I just walked in through that 
little hinged-door space that you left open in your basement; 
don’t you want to see me ?” “Oh, yes! but it may be that 
some of the family will object, still as long as you are here 
and the family is not, it may be my duty to bid you welcome, 
so come and sit down on our best fur rug in the parlor. ” 
Pit-Pat is my little friend, and as he has gone home, I 
will tell you about him. Pit-Pat is a white, short-haired 
kitten, with one blue eye, as blue as the sky, and one yellow 
eye, as yellow as a buttercup; now is not that a peculiar 
freak of nature ? Still, he is a very pretty kitten, and I 
like him so much that I visit him in his home under the porch. 
At night he sleeps in the basement of the house that he lives 
in, and he belongs to two little girls, Margaret and Catherine, 
who love him dearly. The first time he saw himself in our 
long console, he thought that he had seen another cat, so he 
ran home as fast as he could. The second time that he called, 
was when all my family were away; so I just went over 
and told him that I was lonely, and asked him to come over. 
Didn’t we have a dandy time! We ran all over the house 
and curled up all the rugs. It is lots of fun to run and slide 
on the rugs along the floor — you see the floor is slippery. 
Last night, when Pit-Pat came over, our family happened 
to be at home, so our Missy gave him some milk in my indi- 
vidual saucer. I watched him drink for a time and when I 
thought he was going to lick the bottom out of my own sau- 
cer I just took my paw and slapped him on the blue-eyed 
side of his face. This chum of mine is so timid when out of 
doors that we have not been able to take a picture of him, 

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but we shall try to do so before this story is finished. This 
is how these little girls happened to become the fortu- 
nate owners of such a freak kitty. One day this little 
puss came into their yard, and as they could not find to 
whom he belonged, they very kindly adopted him and 
named him “Pit-Pat.” So he is a little short on a pedigree, 
but he is a kind, affectionate cat and is beloved by his little 
friends. 

I just heard to-day a story about our neighbor, Royal 
Dick. His young mistress said that he was lost for three 
days and that they could not find him anywhere; so one 
afternoon, while feeling very sad, she walked into a rear 
basement store-room and she heard a faint cry, (you know 
pedigreed cats have only a faint, little squeak for a cry — 
that is one defect in their pedigree, we think, for we admire 
the regular, powerful voices of the “Orchestra cats” at 
night). Well, the young mistress followed the sound, and 
there, peeping out through a tiny crack between the door 
and the door-jam of an old, discarded refrigerator, was 
dear Dicky. He could not push the heavy door open, 
so he had remained there, sleeping on some old papers, 
but without food for three days. He had evidently gone 
in while the door was open and it had closed after him. 
With kittens around one has to be so careful for fear of 
closing them up in drawers, or rooms unused. The family 
rejoiced when they found their pet. 

You should see us run — I mean Pit-Pat and me — 
when a dog gets after us. I look like this picture of me on 
top of the post. My! but it is lucky that dogs cannot 
climb trees and posts. You see, after I lost my dear little 
brother, and after the big, artificial brother had been sent 
home to the country, I had to have some company, and 
so I adopted little Pit-Pat as a second cousin, and we have 
very fine times together, for our dispositions are similar. 
One peculiar thing about him is that when the gongs are 


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sounded for dinner, lie runs home as fast as he can. We 
invite him to stay but he does not accept; on the other 
hand, I run at that same time and jump upon the chair 
placed for me by my Missy’s side. The family say that 
I am the first pet that ever was permitted to have a seat 
at their table; but, having lost so many pets lately, the 
family have felt the need of having 
me around to brighten them up, so 
I have my chair, and for dinner 
whatever I like from the table. I 
prefer cooked corn and peas with 
cream sauce on them, and I leave 
meat at any time for vegetables. I 
am also fond of potatoes — and 
sweet potatoes especially. As to 
milk, I refuse to drink skimmed 
milk, and prefer it from the cream- 
pitcher. My tastes are a little 
pedigreed, in fact rather fastidious 
for a “tramp cat.” To tell you 
the truth, there is nothing denied 
me in our house, and I certainly 
rule the family. 

Our Missy thinks that pets are 
essential, both in families where 
there are children and in those 
where there are none. It is a good 
thing, she says, for people to have 
about them something which re- 
quires attention, and she certainly practices what she 
preaches. One’s mind becomes morbid with too much 
reading, or too much business, or too much housework, or 
too much of any one thing; diversion is the cure for tired 
brains or for overworked members of the body; so don’t 
forget, everybody, to “ride a hobby” and thus keep 



Captain Kidd Jr. Fleeing 
from a Dog 


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young, and free from thinking of one’s self all the time. 
Pets do such funny, mischievous things at times that 
one is obliged to laugh, and laughter keeps the heart light 
and makes every one around happy. 


CHAPTER XV 


Guess what we have at our house ! Did you take three 
guesses ? Well, I know you cannot guess, so I shall tell 
you. 

Our Missy has a day at home each week, and that is 
Tuesday; she calls it, when she puts on style, her “ at home,” 
and she expects everyone to* call upon her on that day, 
you know, whether they want to do so or not. She is 
even at times so anxious for people to call that she has 
“Tuesday” printed on her visiting cards, and she says 
that one or two other ladies do the same, would you believe 
it? Well, last Tuesday a lady called early in the morning 
and took our Missy away, but in about ten minutes they 
returned and brought with them a little stranger about a 
foot long, with very marked features, and hair parted in 
the middle. He had on tiny gray fur boots and he was 
a cunning little fellow. When the lady put him down on the 
floor, what do you think I saw? — four little fur boots, a 
wee fur bonnet, and a wee fur coat, for this tiny visitor 
was a baby-kitten, just old enough to lap milk. He was 
what is called a “tabby cat.” My! but he was “cunning” 
to the ladies, but to me he looked like a rat. After our 
visitors had departed, the absence of guests upon our 
Missy’s “at home” day caused her to become uneasy, so 
she thought of the other little kittens in the dark basement 
of a store and wondered whether she did not need another 
cat as a companion for me. Finally, when she could 
stand it no longer, she sent our good maid over to the 
grocer with a note asking him to deliver to her the three 
basement-kittens which the kind clerk (who had the special 
department of looking after the kittens) did, and we had 

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a hard task choosing. However, we finally selected the 
one that looked like our early lady-caller’s kitten, with 
fur boots on, and sent the other two home; then we at 
once set to work to introduce the tiny visitor (who was 
the only other caller on that day) to the family and the 
house furnishings, but not to the parlor. I really enjoyed 
watching the curiosity displayed by this tiny mite, who 
inspected all the things in the rooms from the library to 
the kitchen. All went well, and it was very enjoyable to 
me until he was taken upstairs and into the domain 
which I rule. Gracious me! if this saucy little kitten 
did not spy my own private bed the first thing, and begin 
playing with the ruffles of my pillow. I just sat down 
in the middle of the floor and kept my two eyes on him. 
He soon became tired of tossing up my bed; then he dis- 
covered my worsted ball that used to be blue and white, 
but that is now smoked-pearl color; so the presumptuous 
“tabby-kitten,” who looked like a rat, just took that ball, 
and, for five minutes, he did not know that there was 
anything else in the house. I think that he would have 
been playing with it yet had not our Missy brought him 
a saucer of warm milk; in consequence his investigations 
were delayed for a few seconds. After he had smacked 
his lips over that good milk, he felt so lively that he jumped, 
turned somersaults all around the floor, and acted like a 
real monkey. All at once, without a moment’s warning, 
he tumbled into my own private basket-bed, and was 
asleep before I could blink my eyes open with astonish- 
ment. We had peace for a half-hour, and in that time 
we decided upon his name. Our Missy said that he must 
be named “Kenwood,” as he was born in the basement 
of a grocery in that aristocratic suburb, “Kenwood;” 
and, in order to fulfill the requirements of our fashionable 
neighborhood, and be a credit to it, she also proposed 
giving him a title, so “Colonel” was prefixed to his sub- 


66 CAPTAIN KIDD JR. AND SINBAD THE SAILOR 


stantial name ; and now I take great pleasure in introducing 
to you my new tiny brother, “Colonel Kenwood,” who 
did not cost one cent. Could you see him I feel sure 
you would say, as I did, “He looks like a rat.” Our 
Missy says, when friends laugh at him, “ Don’t you laugh 
at Colonel Kenwood, for some day you will find him a 
handsome, intelligent, striped cat, for he has the markings 

of a fine tabby.” We dis- 
covered, upon close examin- 
ation, that he had real blue 
eyes, which will add to his 
beauty. Another very pecu- 
liar and uncommon feature 
of his cunning face is that he 
has a decided “M” in his 
forehead, which looks exactly 
as though an artist had taken 
black paint and drawn the 
letter. Now we think that is 
quite a mark of beauty and 
strength of character, for it 
stands for two very powerful 
words, “ man ” and “ mascot,” 
so our Missy calls him her 
“mascot,” and she told me 
to be very good to my adopted 
brother, for he was the mascot, which would finish our 
story satisfactorily. (That last word I can not say any bet- 
ter than you can.) Hut there was a downfall from pride 
when our important Master came home in the evening and 
saw our new investment; he said, “Why didn’t you get a 
pretty kitten?” Then our Missy said, “He is beautiful, 
but it is your eyes that deceive you.” Then he picked up 
our new investment and examined his face, and said, “That 
settles it — he is branded with the letter M, which means 



Colonel Kenwood 



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monkey; take him away/’ Well, our Missy’s feelings were 
hurt, 1 saw, and I think I felt a lump in my own throat, 
although I had not liked him so far, and had not even felt 
of his soft fur. I stood off and spat at him until this mo- 
ment; then when I knew that he was not admired, I just 
said to myself, “When any thing or any one has something 
the matter with him and every one shuns him, that is the 
time for kind hearts to defend him and try to make him ob- 
livious to his misfortunes.” So I ran to him to show him 
how sorry I felt, and was going to give him a kiss, but do 
you know, the little midget raised up his tiny back and made 
a regular “U,” reversed, of himself, and with his penny- 
paw he slapped me in my face; at the same time he said 
a word which I could not make out but sounded like 
sp-p-p-p-p-t. I ran under the couch, for I admit that I am a 
coward. That attack made our Master become interested, 
so he said, “Well! Monkey, you certainly have pluck,” 
and he took my adopted brother and placed him on the 
desk. The midget marched all over it, put his nose up 
to the light, peeped into the ink-well, walked on all the 
books, and finally knocked the letter-opener off on the 
floor. He had won the respect of our Master, so he was 
to stay. Now, he plays with the kitten as soon as he 
comes home, and because our mascot does such funny 
things, our Master likes to watch him. As for me, since 
we have become acquainted and since I have found out 
that the tiny kitten is not going to eat me up, we have 
great fun. He is a little familiar as yet and runs after 
my long tail, but after he receives a few more boxes from 
me, he will understand better whose tail it is. He has a 
pretty face, and a chain of black fur around his neck. 
His breast is white, and we think now, with polishing, 
he will turn out very presentable, and will become a credit 
to our select suburb. Since Colonel Kenwood has been 
adopted, it will be a week to-morrow, and he knows what 


68 CAPTAIN KIDD JR. AND SINBAD THE SAILOR 


he wants already. He likes his milk warm, and it must 
be in a white saucer, as he refused to drink out of a clean, 
bright tin. He selected crushed peas and sweet potatoes 
from the vegetable list, and well done, and the peas must 
have milk on them. He wishes his sweet potatoes without 
gravy or butter, and if he condescends to eat bread at 
all, it must be dry and in fine pieces. As I am a vegetarian, 
it will be easy to cater to our tastes. Of course my menu 
is longer and more varied than the adopted eater’s, but 
before long we shall dine together. Just now his table 
manners are far from perfect; he walks right into his 
milk and laps so fast and loudly that you would think of 
a suction-pump. The strangest thing about Ken (that 
is my name for him) is that he runs into everything. He 
will start on a run, and no matter whether it is a table- 
leg, a stove, a hassock, or a person in the way, he goes 
head first, bump into it; his head must be made of iron 
for he is never disturbed by any encounter. Of course, 
his head may be so soft that he rebounds. Another real 
artistic effect about my adopted brother is that he repre- 
sents another letter in the alphabet, the letter “U,” again 
turned upside down, between his front feet. Our Master 
tells us it signifies that he is “ bow-legged,” and our Missy 
says that is all right, so that he is not cross-eyed at 
the same time; she also says that this addition to his 
figure was so pleasing to her that she selected him on that 
account; thus you may see that whatever objection is 
found with Colonel Kenwood our Missy thinks him only 
the more charming and fascinating. 

Have you noticed anything peculiar about our names P 
I think it will be rather confusing later to some of our friends. 
Aou see that I am “Captain Kidd,” and the little chap is 
“Colonel Kenwood;” so we are both “C. K.” You chil- 
dren must be very particular, should you wish to write 
to me, to address my letters, “Captain Kidd Jr.,” in full, for 


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if they should just come “ C. K.,” the little rascal would open 
them, I know, as he is possessed to scratch open every parcel 
that he finds. If I had the opportunity to name children 
and animals, I should not give two in one family the same 
initials, but I had no voice in this matter, and to tell you the 
truth, no one about our house has anything to say except our 
Missy; but, for all that, she is our idol, and our home would 
be dreary if we did not have her to help make it lively and 
busy-like, at times. 

Do you know that little Ken does not talk? he only 
squeaks once in a while, and then his voice is so faint, we 
have to guess what he wants. It is not a hard guess, for it 
usually means “ milk.” My! but he is clumsy; a few minutes 
ago, he tried to walk on the typewriter keys, just as our 
Missy was writing this about him too, and his foot slipped be- 
tween the keys. He then hopped upon our Missy’s shoulder 
and tumbled off and struck his penny-mouth on the edge 
of the table ; he never said a word though, whatever he may 
have thought. We found out that he had not hurt himself, 
and he still had the tiny front tooth left, so we felt relieved; 
he decided then to take a nap and as he is still sleeping, we 
will now leave him enjoying sweet dreams. 


CHAPTER XVI 


Did you hear that squeal a few minutes ago? Well, 
that was my adopted brother, Colonel Kenwood. You will 
remember that we left him asleep, in the last chapter. He 
was having a nice nap when our Missy took him up in such 
a hurry that the poor little fellow thought that that horrible 
“ nightmare,” which we hear so much about, had gotten him 
“for keeps.” And all on account of a picture. Our Missy 
watched for the sun to come out that she might take a pic- 
ture of the new investment; so, as soon as it appeared, she 
did not wait to ask permission but “hustled” my little mid- 
get of a brother into the “guest chamber” (the one without 
any guests), and placed him upon a table and snapped twelve 
pictures of that little bundle of fur, that did not cost a cent. 
Poor young one, he was not really awake, and in one picture 
he fell off and made a long blur on the film which looks like 
a comet in the sky. In this case, though, you could not even 
see the tail. He is so funny about his sleeping trick, he 
falls asleep standing up, or sitting in the middle of the floor, 
or even when he is playing; suddenly he shuts his eyes and 
performs a sleeping trick, in all sorts of curious ways. One 
day, that sleeping trick happened to enter his mind just as he 
was looking out of the window and he fell right against the 
glass and bumped his nose; but all he did was to shake his 
head and try again; this time he rolled off the window-seat 
and our Missy caught him in her hands in time so as not to 
wake him up. I never learned that trick of sleeping any- 
where and in any position, did you ? Ken is peculiar in an- 
other way, he thinks the air was made to walk on, so when 
he sees anything across the room, on a bed or a table, and he 
is upon the window-seat or any high thing, he just walks 

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right ahead off into space and wonders how it is that he is 
on the floor. To see him start to walk off a table or a desk 
with his tiny head thrown up, with such a consequential 
expression on his face, showing so much confidence in his 
ability, makes one laugh, even a cat; and it takes a very, 
very funny happening to make a cat laugh. When he goes 
“thump” on the floor he never murmurs, but picks himself 
up and starts to do another daring feat. I forgot I was tell- 
ing you about the pictures. Did 
you ever have your picture taken ? 

That’s nothing, but did you ever 
have your picture taken with a little 
brother or sister ? That’s another 
problem in arithmetic, now, one, 
minus one, plus one makes one, but 
one, plus one makes two; so in 
this case, it became one plus one, 
and I made the two. You can see 
ahead what my trouble was to be. 

If you ever saw a squirmer or a 
wiggler in your life, just think of 
my little adopted brother with a 
large “M” on his thoughtless 
brow, and you will feel sorry for 
me. After the mascot had posed 
just as he wanted to pose, and 
had used up eight films, I was placed on the “witness 
stand,” and I, of course, was instructed to sit still and look 
pleasant. How could I ? for that little monkey (he’s 
“monkey” when I’m mad at him) kept biting my feet 
and my long tail so that I had to move about; then I 
was told to “sit still,” I heard those two words so many times 
that afternoon that I could spell them, I think. 

Between bites and the wiggling that took place, the pho- 
tographer managed to get, out of the twelve films, these 



Don’t Want to Look Pleasant 



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which we present to you. After we had gone through that 
frightful ordeal of posing, we received for our bad conduct 
a dish of w T arm milk, and I tell you tiny Ken enjoyed it so 
much that you could hear him sip it clear across the room. 
He felt so fine after his banquet that he jumped upon a small 
table and pulled the cover off, falling with it to the floor, and 
taking along a small clock to keep time for him on his de- 
scent. After that, he went back to the milk, but it had been 
put into a red dish that stood a little too high for him, so he 
put his foot upon the edge to reach up and drink, when, over 
it turned, and his best shoes and stockings got spattered with 
milk. How he did shake them and looked back at the milk 
as much as to say, “See what you did!” He was obliged to 
wash his coat and vest a long time. We fool him, though, 
about downstairs. Once a day we take him down for exer- 
cise and a change, and he plays in the library and the rooms 
on the first floor; but when our Missy takes him down the 
stairs she holds her hand over his eyes so that he cannot see 
where he is going, as she says he is too small to go down- 
stairs by himself, and should he see how I go down, he 
would try it, for he thinks that he can do everything that I do. 
My! but he is conceited! 

O, me! O, my! I am all a-whirl; my heart has just 
returned from a hasty trip to my mouth, and all because I 
nearly lost my life. The upstairs window on the third floor 
was open and I rushed out in a hurry on the slanting roof 
over the porch; the roof was covered with snow and ice, and 
I slipped away down to the end and just had a tiny hold with 
my sharp nails. I did not know what to do, but I did not 
cry as I should have done to attract attention; in some way 
our Missy saw me and she said, “Hold on, Kiddens dear, 
until I get a blanket,” so with this encouragement T held on 
until the little blanket from my bed was spread on the roof and 
the corner was so near me that our Missy said, “ Catch hold 
of the cover, and I will pull you up ! “ I really understood ; so 


CAPTAIN KIDD JR. AND SINBAD THE SAILOR 73 


1 took hold with one claw and our Missy pulled me up until 
she could reach out and take me by the nape of the neck and 
thus she saved my life. Just at the critical point our Mama 
came into the room, and she was frightened when she saw 
only our Missy’s feet; she thought that she had fallen out, 
so she promptly grasped our Missy by her feet and pulled 
both of us in. We all looked pale and I felt very colorless. 
You know how slippery ice is; well, I did not know, for this 
was my first winter on earth, and as I had been in the habit 
of running on that same roof all summer, I did not know but 
that the beautiful snow was a soft carpet. 1 shudder now 
when I think what might have been, as the fall would have 
been twenty-five feet from the ground, and without any stops 
for rests, it would have been too sudden for even a cat to 
narrate. 

We have just received a telephone message stating that 
little Ken’s twin brother has been named “Michael An- 
gelo,” and that he was to be called “ Meke” for short. Well, 
we all were almost overcome with mirth, and we laughed and 
laughed until our new brother said, “ Wat oo laf at bruvver ? ” 
Then we explained to him who the great painter and sculp- 
tor was, and if you do not know, just look up in the Encyclo- 
pedia and read about this great painter of the past. So Col- 
onel Kenwood is going to have the honor of an artistic broth- 
er, who has no bow-legs such as my little adopted brother 
is favored with. We do not know enough about this little 
chap who lives in “swell” Kenwood to tell you any of his 
smartness, but you can guess that if he is a relative of my 
understudy he is a smart fellow, and maybe when he paints 
his masterpiece or chisels his marble statue, we shall all be 
proud to own relationship. Now I am going to tell you 
about a darling little dog who is a friend of our Missy’s, 
but, of course, being just a dog he cannot be my best friend. 


CHAPTER XVII 


CARITA (LITTLE DARLING) 

Carita! sweetness, kindness, gentleness, and loveli- 
ness reverberate when we speak this musical name, and 
when we know that it is a Spanish and Mexican word mean- 
ing ‘Tittle darling” in our language we cannot but speak it 
with softness. It means so much to those who have a dear 
one by that fascinating name. 

Carita is a little darling dog, only three and a quarter 
pounds in weight. She is knowrn as a “Chihuahua” dog. 
Look on your map of Mexico and find the city by that name. 
Carita was born in a suburb of Chicago; her mother was 
named “Flirt” and her father “Dude.” They came from 
the northern part of Mexico. These parents each weighed 
four and one half pounds. Their little daughter was called 
“Baby” for the first six months of her life, but upon Christ- 
mas eve, 1902, she was named “Carita,” after her new mis- 
tress and master had searched the Spanish Dictionary for the 
sweetest name that could be found, a quest which occupied 
that entire Christmas eve. The name must be appropriate, 
musical, and endearing, so the sweet and appropriate name 
Carita, meaning “little darling” seemed to be coined for 
her. She is so petite that great care has to be taken to 
avoid walking on her. She sleeps in a willow basket with 
a canopy, all lined with light blue silk. Carita is so small 
that she stands on her mistress’s hand. Carita’s master 
brought her home in his overcoat pocket for a Christmas 
present to his wife, and to her fond mistress she has ever 
proved a source of pleasure, for she is intelligent, gentle, 
never cross, and she is a decided little lady. She is very 

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timid, afraid of everything, but that is because nearly every- 
thing is larger than her dear little self. One day she was 
taking a walk with her master and enjoying herself by run- 
ning ahead of him, when without any warning, a tiny yellow 
butterfly flitted by, and she dodged it just as you would a 
bumble-bee. She was afraid of the little flying-machine. 
She can curl up in a hat, and you would hardly know she 
was there even if you were to put it on your head, especially 
if it were a silk hat. She is beloved by her owners and it is 
no wonder that people love their pets, for they give so much 
pleasure with their funny tricks and their devotion to their 
friends. Carita has a lovely home, and I feel sure that 
could she talk for herself, she would ask every person to be 
as kind and considerate of his pets as her gentle mistress is 
of her. This darling little love-thought for a darling little 
dog was written by a dear friend of both her mistress and 
our mistress, so we consider it a privilege to use it in our 
book. 



LINES TO CARITA 
By Althea D. lies 

Ah, Carita! 

With your human eyes 

Like the softest light of summer skies. 

Tell me, tell me, is it true, 

Little creature, that you, in kind, 

Also have a reasoning mind P 
Know you not, nor care 
The sky without is wild or fair ? 
Understandest thou ? 

Ah, Carita! 

You never lie awake at night, 
Wondering if all you’ve done is right; 
You take the love your mistress gives. 
Your little body thrives and lives. 

The blessings from her hand 
You comprehend, you understand. 

No complaint is ever made, 

No bitterness in your heart is laid. 

Ah, Carita! 

Cans’t thou fathom time and space, 
Name the stars and tell their place ? 
Master minds of all the ages, 

E’en the wise and learned sages 
No more can tell than thou, 

Carita, — the way — the how — 

But well you know ’tis love, ’tis love 

From Heaven above 

That makes the world go round, 

All else is naught to you ! 


CHAPTER XVIII 


“Extra, extra paper! all about the accident!” This 
is what should have been cried out in the streets last night, 
for we came very near having a serious accident at our 
house. You know Colonel Kenwood; well, he does not 
know everything just yet, so he crawled up on a window- 
grill screen, and it fell over with him. We heard a yell, 
and when we went to him his head was through the only 
hole in the screen, his tiny body on one side and his big 
head on the other. How he happened to meet with the 
only broken place in the screen and tumble right through 
it we cannot say, but it was funny to us to see him hanging 
there. We soon extricated the curious chap and he was 
not injured, only his heart was a little in a hurry. The 
reporter did not get there to notify the papers, and that 
is the reason you did not hear the “extra” called. 

You should see how his ears are growing; he has one, 
right on the sides of the top of his head, and they are 
growing just the same, only the rest of his little figure 
does not seem to catch up. His paws are large, but he is 
so tiny, all but his ears. It may be that his being so 
clumsy is on account of his bow-legs; but my! how 
our Missy admires them, she calls everybody’s attention 
to the decided “U” which little Ken makes when posing, 
and she very much fears that they are growing straight. 
His mother evidently made him walk too soon. We try 
to make him look out of the windows, but he will not; 
he turns his head backward and wishes to get down and 
play in his own house; he thinks there is only one place 
in the world, and that is the house in which he lives, and 
which seems to be all the world that he cares to know 

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79 


about. He was very happy last night, for he was invited 
to an oyster supper. We had oyster-stew for dinner, and 
he had one oyster in his stew, but you should have seen 
him fish it out with his mouth, and then try to swallow 
it whole; but our Missy took hold of the other end of 
the oyster and pulled it out of his mouth; then he was 
crazy for a time, he whirled around and around, saying 
something all the while, but he could not find the oyster; 
presently, when he had been teased long enough, it was 
given him in sections, just large enough for his tiny mouth. 
How he did enjoy that oyster-stew with one oyster in it! 
He said, “Ise wants mo toup.” He talks the funniest, 
but our Missy says it is just as your little brother or sister 
talks. He is only two months old, you know. We are 
obliged to give Colonel Kenwood a small dish to drink 
his milk out of, for he walks right into it. We were given 
the same large dish to drink from at the same time, for 
economy’s sake in washing dishes, but when I saw our 
mascot walk into it with two feet I decided to ask 
for a separate one, and when I found him with four feet 
in it, I said “If you please, I prefer a dish of my own,” 
so a vote was taken and I have my own dish. Ken’s table 
etiquette is in its infancy. Being so curious, he often 
gets into mischief, so last night, after his oyster supper, 
he walked into the bathroom, and in some way closed 
the door. The family spent two hours downstairs listen- 
ing to the talking-machine, and when they went up to bed 
they heard a faint little “Help,” and on opening the 
door, out walked the Colonel. Poor chap, he could cry 
all night and not be heard, were he locked in another 
room, for his squeak is so soft. His allotted bed-chamber 
at present is our “guest chamber;” he says that he does 
not mind having the best room; we cannot hurt his feel- 
ings. I am real glad that he came to live with us now 
that I have forgotten my jealousy; we have lots of fun, 


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romping. Kenny just received word that his twin sisters 
are named “Polly” and “Widman’s Best,” — you see the 
latter is the name of the grocery where this royal family 
lived, and where the quartet was born. Listen to the 
high sounding names — “Polly,” “Widman’s Best,” 
“Michael Angelo,” and our own young “Colonel Ken- 
wood.” 


CHAPTER XIX 


A FAMOUS CAT OF SIAMESE ANCESTRY — SINBAD 

To the admirers of cats this story and this very choice 
picture of a truly “royal ancestral” cat will, I hope, 
prove a great treat. 

Sinbad, the celebrated Siamese cat, is a direct descend- 
ant of “The Royal Cat” of Siam, his father and mother 
having lived with the King in his royal palace. These 
cats were what the King called “Pal-Cats,” and they 
were very valuable — choice specimens, with short, 
twisted tails. This famous Sinbad first opened his “bonny 
blue eyes” in a luxurious home in Lake Forest, Illinois. 
When a “wee thing” he travelled in a padded basket to 
“Brushwood Gables,” Windsor Park, 111., and since then 
has been the joy of his mistress. When born, he was 
perfectly white, but he has developed the markings of his 
royal ancestors and now glories in a body-color of softest 
cream, with face, paws, ears, and tail of the deepest choco- 
late color. This little Siamese cat is indeed very intelli- 
gent and affectionate; he is almost a dog in his ways; 
he does not take kindly to cats but is quite happy with his 
human friends. If he thinks it is meal-time and fancies 
himself neglected, he will cry like a child. 

I think it will be interesting for you to look upon the 
map of Asia and find the little kingdom of Siam and the 
city of Bangkok, and you will know where the father and 
mother of little Sinbad the Siamese cat were born. That 
city is the seat of government, so the castle where these 
royal cats were born and lived is in that city. Siam, 
with its boundaries, has an estimated population of about 

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9,000,000, with an area of about 220,000 square miles, 
being in comparison with the states of our country, about 
the size of Texas, yet Texas is somewhat larger. How- 
ever, we wished to tell you little people something of 



Sinbad (Siamese ('at) 


this country and to give you an idea of the size of Siam, 
the home of these famous cats. I believe, as far as is 
known, there is only one other cat of the kind in this coun- 
try. To look at this peculiar little animal, one would 
wonder at first whether he was a cat or a dog. We are 
very grateful to the owner for presenting us with his 



CAPTAIN KIDD JR. AND SINBAD THE SAILOR 83 


picture. I extend my best wishes to him and hope that 
many years of comfort will attend Sinbad, the little royal 
Siamese. 


CHAPTER XX 


INTRODUCTION TO THE CAT SHOW 

It is with the greatest pleasure that I invite all the 
little people from near and far to visit the “Cat Show” 
with me. Many children have never seen nor heard 

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that we describe, as accurately as possible, the Cat 
Show in Chicago. You will see by the reproduction 

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of my invitations that 1 was really invited to attend, and 
when I tell you what happened to prevent my visiting 
the Cat Show in person, you will feel very sorry for 
my lack of knowledge. In sending our Missy as my 
representative, or delegate, I feel sure that she has done 
all that she could to make this as interesting as I might 
have done, had I not been so thoughtless. 

It happened in this way. My little white friend, 
Pit-Pat, came over and invited me to go to his home; so 
I accepted, and we went straight under the door of the shed 
and into his commodious living-room. This home had 
not been dusted for weeks, I feel sure, for when I returned 
to our Missy, she exclaimed that I was “a sight to behold, ” 
and looked so disgusted that I knew I had been naughty. 
Well, it was too late to be washed and combed before 
evening and, as it was the last night, I could not attend. 
The moral of this incident is that you should remember 
at all times to keep clean; to wash your face and hands, 
and have your hair combed, or you may miss the best 
time of your life by not being in a presentable condition. 
No one enjoys seeing untidy-looking children or animals. 
By the way, I heard a side remark that afternoon to the 
effect that I was now a smoke-colored cat. However, 
I exulted in being so exclusive as to receive the only formal 
invitation to a cat show from both the “Independent 
and National Cat Club,” and the “Beresford Cat Club 
of America.” 

I listened to all our Missy said about the lovely cats, and 
from what 1 could learn she wanted them all. I was relieved 
when, in reply to a question from our Master as to whether 
she had taken them all, she exclaimed, “No! others wanted 
their own pets.” I wondered how I ever could become 
acquainted with two hundred and fifty cats, and aristocrats 
at that, let alone having to pronounce their hard names. 
We are sorry to say that only a few ladies from the “Inde- 


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pendent and National Cat Club ” have responded to our 
request for sketches of their famous cats, so we hope that 
others will not feel hurt, as our Missy asked all to contribute 
who wished to do so. The response from the “ Beresford ” 
came at once, so we are enabled to give a larger list of prize- 
winners. Both clubs had beautiful and valuable prize-cats 
and both had splendid exhibits. When a cat is brought to 
the Cat Show, the first day it is carefully examined by a 
veterinary surgeon and if in perfect health it is accepted 
and entered, and a tag with a number is tied around its neck; 
but if the cat is not in perfect health it is returned to the 
owner. This is to prevent contagion just as the health offi- 
cers inspect the schools and the children, to prevent the 
spreading of disease. After the number is given the cat, he is 
placed in a cage with the corresponding number; the number 
of the cage is on the outside and corresponds with the cat- 
alogue number, so in this way it would be almost impossible 
to mistake one’s own cat. The first day, judges are elected 
to judge the cats, and as soon as they have given their 
decisions, a prize badge is placed in, or on the outside of, 
the cage, showing in what class and in order prize was won. 
Blue is the first, red is the second, yellow the third, and white 
the special prize ribbons. As the cats are in classes, such 
as the white long-haired, the black, the orange long-haired, 
the white, and other color, short-haired, and the novice class, 
all are judged separately, so that one in each class receives 
a first, second, and so-on, prize. Some cats receive several 
prizes, as they are also judged as to the best eyes, and special 
prizes are awarded for these points. Some of the cages were 
lined with blue, white, pink, or yellow silkaleen to show off 
the color of the cats to advantage, and it also made a pretty 
picture — the variety of colors and the beautiful cats. Each 
day the cats are splendidly groomed by the owners or the 
attendants. Their long hair is combed, and if they are 
white, and have become a little dusty, they are powdered 


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with cornstarch, fullers earth, or magnesia which is then 
brushed out. It is not wise to wash cats — they are not a 
water animal and it often makes them delicate; then, if 
water gets into their ears it sometimes makes them deaf. 
It is a good plan to have a hair-brush and brush your cat 
once a day; this makes the hair soft and relieves any irrita- 
tion of the skin, but one must do it carefully, as cats are deli- 
cate little animals. Have a brush expressly for your cat, 
and use it for no other purpose. It was a very pleasing sight 
to see one old black “mammy” with a most beautiful white 
Angora cat on her lap, combing its long hair; she was taking 
as good care of her mistress’s cat as of the little white babies. 
You may w T onder perhaps what these shows are for, and 
what benefit is derived from “ Horse Shows,” “ Dog Shows,” 
“Cat Shows,” “Fat Stock Shows,” and “Poultry Shows,” 
which are held annually in the large cities. These exhibi- 
tions are to bring together the finest animals from all over 
the country, and some from abroad. The horses are thor- 
oughbreds and receive prizes for certain points, the dogs 
are fine animals with pedigrees, the cats, poultry, stock, and 
other exhibits are handled in about the same way as the 
horse shows. It is a pleasure for the public to see these 
beautiful creatures, and it does good in this way — that we 
feel, after seeing these well-kept, kindly-treated, and pam- 
pered pets, that we must be kind and helpful to those ani- 
mals which are homeless. Then, many of the prize exhibits 
are for sale, so that one may purchase the desired animal at 
these exhibitions. Another good point is that some of the 
money from these shows goes toward supporting the hu- 
mane societies, and it would be a most charitable act if each 
annual show or exhibition of this kind would set aside a 
certain sum as a fund to assist societies that care for home- 
less and abused animals. Good people, think this over, 
and contribute as generously as possible to the humane so- 
cieties in our large cities, for it is in the large cities that the 


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greatest abuse exists and where the largest numbers of home- 
less animals are to be found. Think of the good the splen- 
did Mr. George T. Angell, founder of the American Humane 
Education Society, located in Boston, has done for animals. 
If a man ever deserved a reward, this honorable, beloved 
man has merited one, and more praise than we can possibly 
give him. Then, remember what the “Beautiful Jim Key,” 
the famous educated horse, has done for his needy friends by 
giving exhibitions of his wonderful knowledge of spelling, 
arithmetic, and the many extraordinary manifestations of 
his intelligence. Most of the money he earns is devoted to 
helping humane work and keeping up his own band of 
mercy, which is called the “Jim Key Band of Mercy,” 
office at 75 Maiden Lane, New York City. 

So all these exhibitions have a tendency to improve the 
conditions in the animal kingdom, and when we know that 
our duty is to help the helpless and to do good to others, 
especially to the dumb animals, we shall then have learned 
the first lesson of life : our duty to God and to all His crea- 
tures. 


CHAPTER XXI 


THE BERESFORD CAT CLUB OF AMERICA — THE MOTHER 
CLUB. (Organized in 1899.) 

[This club was named after Lady Beresford of London, who was the founder of 
the first Cat Club in England, and who is the most generous and unselfish cat fancier 
in that country.] 

The building where the Cat Show was held is a very 
large one, but the cats were exhibited upon the second floor, 
in a great hall. There were two hundred and fifty cats en- 
tered, and it is said to be the largest show of the kind ever 
held in the city of Chicago. The show continued for three 
days, opening at ten o’clock in the morning and continuing 
until ten-thirty at night. 

Prize cats, many of them of national reputation, were sent 
from all parts of this country and from Canada. 

There were lines of cages, side by side, along the walls 
and down the center of the hall, each cage being made of 
wood, about three feet square and four feet high, with wire 
bars in front and a little wire gate fastened by a padlock, of 
which the owner carried the key. In the corner, securely 
fastened, was a tin cup which contained water. In the 
opposite corner was the bed, sometimes made of a pillow, or 
a soft pad, and sometimes of white cheese-cloth, tacked with 
blue or pink worsted, and finished around the edges with a 
ruffle of the goods. All the cages looked clean and neat. 
Some had ribbons attached to them showing the colors won, 
and some were decorated with all the prize badges suspended 
along the back of the cage, on view through wire bars. 
Nearly all the cats behaved themselves and were quiet, but 
once in a while you could hear some thoroughbred venting 
his spite in words. To keep germs away, every day a disin- 

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iectant was sprayed under the cages, and at night, blankets 
were thrown over each cage, the doors and windows were 
opened, and the hall was well ventilated so that the cats were 
in a healthy condition. The blankets were placed over the 
cages to protect the tender cats from exposure to the cold. 
On some of the cages little cards were fastened saying, “Do 
not feed,” “Give cooked meat,” “Feed raw meat,” “Do not 
give raw meat,” and bearing other requests, so that the good 
ladies who were to feed the cats could know just what each 
one was in the habit of eating. Other cats were cared for 
by the owners who stayed there in the day-time. At night 
the owners went home, but guards were on watch all night. 
Some owners took their cats home every night but they had 
to pay a deposit to do so, as the cats are supposed to be on 
hand when once entered. The admission is fifty cents for 
adults and twenty-five cents for children. A catalogue, 
giving the names of all the cats and the owners and telling 
about their prizes, and giving the color and type of cat, is 
sold for twenty-five cents. These cats are shipped by ex- 
press from many large cities, and many come from fine cat- 
teries. When you want pedigreed cats you can obtain the 
best by writing or calling upon either of the clubs above 
mentioned, who will advise you where to get the cat you de- 
sire. Pedigreed kittens range from ten dollars up, accord- 
ing to the pedigree. 

As the “Champion” of the Beresford Club this year was 
“Argent Splendour,” we think it proper to begin the show 
with him. So, in placing the pictures before you, it gives us 
great pleasure to present, as the winner of the Lockehaven 
Challenge Cup, “ Champion Argent Splendour. ” To win 
a “ Challenge Cup” the same cat or one of the same color 
from the same owner or Cattery, is obliged to win it three 
times; that is he must get the special prize three times in 
succession, so this beautiful Chinchilla Persian cat has 
won the prizes as follows — First Hofstra Trophy, three 



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Challenge cups and specials in New York, in 1905, also 
medal for “Best Cat” in show, first prize and medal 
for best long-haired male in Chicago, 1905, and first 
and third specials in Rochester, in 1905. To become a 



“Champion” a cat of solid-color must win ten points in 
the “Open Class.” 

The picture does not do him justice as he is even more 
beautiful. The reason why “Champion Argent Splendour” 
should come first is that his picture and sketch were given 
our Missy the first of all, also he was a visiting cat and so 
entitled to this courtesy. As we do not wish to show 
partiality we shall take the sketches and pictures in the order 
in which they were received from the owners. 




CAPTAIN KIDD JR. AND SINBAD THE SAILOR 93 
“ SOUSA ” 

The next picture that we received, was of this beautiful 
and famous white cat from Ithaca, New York. He was 
born October 19, 1902, and shown for the first time in 
Rochester, N. Y., in November, 1905, where he won first 
prize in “Open Class,” first in novice, and four specials, one 


Sousa 

for best white male cat in show. The second time he was 
exhibited was in Madison Square Garden, New York 
City, January, 1906, where he won the first prize in open 
class and medal for best blue-eyed male in show. And this 
year his last prize was won in Cleveland, Ohio, where he 
won first. He is valued at $1,000. 

“SIR PARIS” 

“Sir Paris” is a son of “Brushwood Paris;” he is a 
magnificent, golden-eyed, long-haired Persian cat, valued 
at $100. He weighs eighteen pounds and is two years 



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old. His disposition is ideal, which proves that gentle- 
ness is the means by which to train animals; he has never 
been whipped nor had cross words spoken to him, conse- 
quently he feels kindly towards all. 

When at this exhibit, he seemed to delight in showing 
off, as he would get up and stretch himself to show how 



Sm Paris (White Persian) 


large he was. Although “Sir Paris” loves to be admired, 
he objects to the necessary requirements to make him 
handsome; so, when he sees his bath-tub brought out, 
he runs and hides. The height of his happiness is to 
play on the piano, but that is a stolen pleasure. 

“Sir Paris” won first prize in January, 1905, at the 



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Coliseum, and first and special in January, 1906. We are 
proud to own him as a type of Chicago’s fine pedigreed cats. 

The mistress of “Sir Paris” and “Baby Norton” 
said that they seemed lonely after they returned home, 
for the cats enjoy company and admiration. 

“BABY NORTON ” 

This golden-eyed, short-haired, white cat, when only 
three weeks old, was deserted by her mother. As she 
was too young to lap milk, she was fed milk or cream by 
the drop. In spite of good care she developed stomach 
trouble and every one who saw 
her thought that she should be 
chloroformed, for she was * very 
thin and weak. From day to day, 

“Baby Norton’s” best friend post- 
poned administering the drug, for 
the dear kitten would look up 
with such pitiful eyes that her 
mistress could not take the life she 
could not give, so she made her 
as comfortable as she could; and, 
after several weeks of good care, 
the little animal improved and 
soon developed into a beautiful 
kittie, with fur as soft as velvet. 

Before she was a year old, she won the first prize for the 
best of her class in Chicago, 1905, and was awarded a silver 
medal for the best short-haired cat in show. In 1906, she 
won first prize again, and special for best golden-eyed, 
short-haired white, having won six points toward Cham- 
pionship, wanting but four points more to entitle her to 
prefix “Champion” to her name. She certainly was worth 
the kindness and care bestowed upon her while a helpless 
kitten. We hope that many other people will profit by this 
lesson of kindness. 



Baby Norton 


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“CHAMPION MATTHEW OF THE DURHAMS” 

“Matthew of the Durhams” is conceded to be the 
best Cream cat in America. He was imported by his 
mistress, at a great expense, from England, as his former 



Matthew of the Durhams 


owner did not want to part with him. By mistake, he 
was sent to Detroit, Michigan, instead of to Chicago, 
and the poor fellow was held there for three weeks in a 
box before his mistress was finally able to trace him; then 




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he was forwarded to his present home. Just to think of 
an animal being kept all that time in a box! but he is now 
happy, and is glad to be an American citizen instead of 
a “Johnny Bull.” He is the “biggest prize-winner” in 
America to-day, having won in England thirty first prizes 
and has been eighteen times adjudged the best cat in the 
show. In America he has also won many prizes, includ- 
ing the “Norton Challenge Cup” — this he won three 
consecutive times. Another 
cup, known as the “Behling 
Cup,” was won in Milwaukee 
in 1905, and he was the winner 
of two more at the Atlanta 
Cat Club. 

His mistress calls him a 
“Dear old chap,” and she says 
that when she places him on 
a chair and points her finger 
at him, or says, “Lie down, 

Matthew,” he will remain in 
the one place just as a dog 
will. “ Matthew V’ dear little 
partner is also a descendant 
of the famous “Romaldkirk” 
family of creams from England, and supports the dis- 
tinguished name of “Romaldkirk Daphne. She has 
also been a big winner of prizes in this country. At 
the recent Beresford show, she won the Championship 
and the “Gladdisfern Cup,” for the best cream-colored 
little lady. She is very loving and affectionate and has 
a beautiful face. When the family is at the table, she 
will sit and look up at them with one paw lifted, as if saying, 
“Please do not forget that I am near!” She seems to enjoy 
watching the family eat; and is very observing, noting 
everything that goes on. Isn’t she sweet ? 



Champion Ronaldkirk Daphne 



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“RED PRINCE OF GLADDISFERN ” 

“Red Prince of Gladdisfern” is an orange-colored 
cat and is also a prize-winner. He weighs sixteen pounds 
and is of a deep, even hue. Being a great pet and very 


Red Prince of Gladdisfern 

gentle, the whole family love him dearly. He enjoys 
being combed and brushed, and has one peculiarity for a 
cat, which is that he will follow on a lead, just like a dog. 
These three beautiful and valuable cats now live in At- 
lanta, Georgia, at the Aragon Hotel. 




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“ROYAL NORTON NO. 1 ” 

The accompanying picture shows the king of the noted 
Drexel Kennels, “Royal Norton No. 1.” He needs on 



Roy ax, Norton No. 1 


introduction to the public as he is very famous and well 
known to cat lovers all over the world. His age is eleven 
years and he is the father of “ Red Dick ” and numberless 
other noted prize winners. He is valued at $3,000.00. 


L0FC. 


CHAPTER XXII 


“CHAMPION LORD SYLVESTER” AND “SILVER FLASH ” 

“Champion Lord Sylvester” is a famous, masked-silver 
Persian cat. This strangely marked cat is very different in 
appearance from any other cat represented in our story; for, 



Champion Lord Sylvester 


if you will notice carefully, you will observe that there is a 
mask over his face, such as you have seen people put on. 

“Champion Lord Sylvester” has won the following 
distinctions : 

First prize and cup at show in Westminster, England. 
First prize, Crystal Palace, England. 

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First prize in New York, 1902. 

First prize in New York, 1903. 

First prize in New York, 1904, and cup. 

First prize in New York, 1905, and Challenge cup. 

First prize and special, 1905, Chicago. 

We congratulate “Champion Lord Sylvester” and 
hope that he will now be permitted to “rest on his laurels” 
and pass the remainder of his life in his comfortable home. 

“SILVER FLASH” 

“Silver Flash” is indeed a beautiful cat, as you can 
tell by his picture; he is what is styled a shaded-silver 
Persian cat. He is the winner of a first prize and medal 



Silver Flash 


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taken in New York in 1905 and of the first prize in Chi- 
cago in 1905; he is owned by the same mistress as “Lord 
Sylvester.” This photograph of “Silver Flash” certainly 



Prince of Pilsen 


shows us a magnificent specimen of a Persian cat; further- 
more, he looks as though he thoroughly understood what 
was required of him — to look pleasant and contented 
when his picture is to be taken. His whiskers are very long. 



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“ PRINCE OF PILSEN 99 

This beautiful “Prince of Pilsen” is a very dark, solid 
orange Angora, with glorious amber eyes, very long 

fur, and handsome plumed tail. He is a very knowing 
ing animal, kind and loving to every one, for he thinks 
that everyone is his friend. Oh! that we could all have 
such faith in one another! — what a lesson a little animal 
can teach the human family! No matter where this 
handsome cat is, or what he is doing, when he hears his 
mistress’s voice, he will go to her with a bound, for he 
expects to have a good combing, which he enjoys. An- 
other reason why he likes to be groomed is because he 
is very proud of his good looks and wishes to be admired. 
When it is meal-time, this titled gentleman will run to a 
little side-table, and sit there while the family dines. Once 
in a while he will ask for something, and he is almost 
certain to receive a dainty “tit-bit,” which he takes in 
his mouth and goes out to his own dinner-table — a nice 
clean paper on the kitchen floor. This elegant “Prince” 
will not be two years old until April 26, 1906, but he 

has, at this early age, attained many distinctions. He 
has won three straight first prizes, and eleven specials. 
He was the center of attraction at the Coliseum Cat Show 
this winter. He has been exhibited only three times. 


CHAPTER XXIII 


“KEW LADDIE ” 

“Champion Kew Laddie” was born March 18, 1901, 
in London, England, and is a deep cream-colored cat, the 
rich Jersey cream that only real country-folks ever see. He 
came to America when only nine months old, and at ten 
months of age he entered the show given by the Beresford 



Champion Kew Laddie 


Club, and won first prize in a class of seven. Each year he 
has gone on winning, until his prizes are innumerable. He 
is one of the finest cats in America, and his sunny disposition 
endears him to every one. He has never been known to 
growl, scratch, or bite, and any one may handle him w T ith 

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safety; he is just as willing to lie on his back as to be “right 
side up with care.” 

On the day after his arrival at his new home, he was 
asked, as is usual with foreigners, his impressions of the 
country before he had time to think about them at all, and 
was held up to the telephone to express them to a waiting 
friend. They must have been very favorable impressions, 
for what came to her over the wires was a strong purr-r-r-r. 
His opinions seem never to have changed, and indeed they 
should not, for he has received only the most loving care. 
He has a very sweet way of pressing his face up close to that 
of his mistress and, in a confidential way, purring to her 
what are undoubtedly very tender sentiments. 

You can see by beautiful “Kew Laddie’s” picture that 
one could not but love him, and further that he commands 
respect, as shown by the many badges, prizes, and cups, 
that this splendid cat has won. Does it not make some of 
you, little boys and girls, stop and think, and wonder what 
you have done to be worthy of just one prize P Of course, 
animals are not judged from an intellectual or spiritual 
point of view, as human beings are, so they have their prizes 
for good points and beauty. I wonder if any one of our 
little readers can count as many kind deeds done, or kind 
words spoken in the past five years (the years of “ Kew Lad- 
die’s” life), as this beautiful and kind cat honestly earned 
in badges and cups and bestowed upon his mistress for the 
kindness ever shown him. He certainly has rewarded her 
for all the trouble and care he may unwillingly have caused. 
This is March 18th, and as it is the birthday of this famous 
cat, our Missy called him up on the telephone and said, 
“Honorable Kew Laddie, Captain Kidd Jr., Colonel Ken- 
wood, and your humble servant (meaning herself), wish to 
congratulate you upon your fifth birthday, and to wish you 
many happy returns of the day.” The reply of thanks 
came, “Purr-r-r-r.” 


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“JESSICA KEW” 

“ Jessica Kew ” was “ Kew Laddie’s ” first little daughter, 
and you will notice from her tiny picture in the frame, sur- 
rounded by her papa’s prizes and cups, that she was a little 

beauty. This d ea r 
little puss met the 
same fate as many 
other darlings. Acci- 
dentally a door was 
closed upon her by 
the maid and her in- 
nocent life taken 
when she was still a 
little roll of cream- 
color loveliness. At 
her first and only 
show, where she ap- 
peared with her ma- 
ma, Lady Daffodil, 
only the wires of the 
cage-front saved her 
from having her life 
lovingly squeezed out 
of her; for each one 
of her multitude of 
admirers “just want- 
ed to take her in their 
hands a minute.” 
She is still remem- 
bered well, and by 
those who know 
about “points” and 
such things, her “type,” color, and wonderful coat are 
recalled as models of what a cream kitten should be. 
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not carelessly injure them, for animals are so very helpless; 
they need our protection just as little children need the pro- 
tection of larger people, so you must do all you can to keep 
animals from suffering from the sad fate of this kitten. We 
should learn a lesson 
and be watchful 
when we have such 
little creatures in our 
homes; so, while re- 
gretting the loss of 
this little beauty, we 
feel that she stands 
above us, as a beau- 
tiful type of gentle- 
ness and innocence, 
and we shall keep in 
mind and heart the 
pure, short life of 
“just a kitten. ” Oh! 
that all lives were as 
free from sin as was 
the life of this sweet 
little “Jessica Kew.” 




“ CHERIE 


Beautiful “Cherie,” 
was born April 26, 

1898. Her father was 
Lockehaven Cham- 
pion “The Beadle,” 
the grandest blue 
Persian male brought 

to America. “Cherie” closely resembled her father. Cats 
are all graceful, but when “Cherie” moved you thought of 
one of the stately ladies who used to dance the minuet with 


Cherie (Blue Persian) 


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so much grace and dignity. At the first cat show given in 
Chicago, she won the first prize in her class, and a gold 
medal, although she was but eight months old. She has 
left one daughter who is like her in disposition, but who 
looks like her father, “Silver Chieftain.” Lovely “ Cherie” 
shows by her picture all that we have tried to express here, 
and we all admire this beauty who has left many friends to 
miss her. “Cherie” certainly had a sweet, gentle face. 


CHAPTER XXIV 


These pretty kittens will chant for you the following 
verses. 



Lockehaven Quartette 


CAT-CALLS 

Written for a Purr-Puss, and dedicated to Mrs. A. G. D. Locke, by that 
passionate admirer of the feline race, her husband. 

CLINTON LOCKE. 


I. 

If you were an artist, Della dear, 

Do you think you’d paint the sky so 
clear, 

Or mountain, or forest, or reedy mere ?— 
You’d sketch only Cat-aracts. 


II. 

If you were a preacher, precious wife, 
What would you teach of the Gospel of 
Life, 

How would you battle with sin and strife ? 
With the simple Cat-echism. 


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III. 

If you were a doctor, dearest girl, 

You’d be of all doctors the very pearl, 
And with envy your rival’s lips would 
curl, 

At your lovely Cat-aplasms. 

IV. 

If you were a lawyer, oh, my own, 

You’d make a witness sigh and groan, 
And reduce him to simple skin and bone. 
With your puzzling Cat-egories. 

V. 

If you were a teacher, charming witch. 
Would you touch up scholars with a 
switch, 

A ruler, a paddle, or any “sich” ? 

You’d just lay on the — Cat. 

VI. 

If you kept a menagerie, busy one, 

Which animal would always get the bun, 
The Bear, the Ostrich, the Mastodon ? 
You’d favor the Cat-amount. 

VII. 

If you were a printer, wifey mine, 

Would you print novels, or essays fine, 
Or journals, or anything in that line ? 
You’d deal only in Cat-alogues. 

VIII. 

If you were a soldier, my heart’s delight, 
It is not with swords and guns you’d fight; 
You’d scorn these inventions of modern 
might, 

And use only the Cat-apult. 

IX. 

If you were a cook, O woman rare, 

It is not for desserts and “entrees” you’d 
care, 

You would to perfection all things prepare, 
But nothing would beat your Cat-sup 

X. 

If you were a florist, O sweetest face, 
You’d plant all over your pretty place, 
Not roses, nor lilies, nor herbs of grace, 
But that loud-smelling weed, Cat-nip 


XI. 

If you were a player, mistress mine, 

Why would you think a ’cello fine, 

Why would your fiddle appear divine ? 
Because it is strung with Cat-gut. 

XII. 

If you were a traveler, A. G. D., 

What are the towns you’d hie to see, 
Pekin or Paris or Trin-co-ma-lee ? 

You’d sail straight away to Kat-wyk. 

XIII. 

If you were a botanist, Mrs. Locke, 
Paddled in marshes and muddied your 
frock, 

What would you struggle to add to your 
stock P 

That child of the wet, Cat-tail. 

XIV. 

If you were a singer, sweet-voiced one, 

In what line would your singing be done, 
In serious odes or in songs of fun ? 

You’d sing only Magnifi-cat. 

XV. 

If you were a sailor, Captain mine. 
Where would you swing your hammock 
fine, 

On board a steamer of Cunard line ? 

Oh no, on a little Cat-boat. 

XVI. 

If you were an architect, lady great, 
What would you try to delineate, 

A castle, a villa, a house of state ? 

You’d plan only Cat-hedrals. 

XVII. 

If you were in politics, clever wife, 

With all that plotting, a restless life, 

You might be worsted in many a strife. 
But you’d never be a Cats-paw. 

XVIII. 

If you had an illness, oh may it not be, 
T’would be neither ague, nor pleurisy, 
Nor smallpox, nor fever, nor housemaid’s 
knee, 

But a very annoying Cat-arrh. 


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XIX. 


ENVOY. 


If you were dying, my consort true, 
And were telling us how to bury you. 
You would say as the finis nearer grew, 


Put me in a Cat-acomb. 


And when we’d walled you in, my dear. 
And finished with all that, 


We’d wipe our weeping eyes, and say, 
She’s gone, ‘ ‘Requies-Cat.” 


Through the kindness of Mrs. Locke these verses are 
contributed which will be enjoyed by the older people who 
read this book, and by those who knew the beloved pastor 
of Grace Episcopal Church, Chicago, the revered Dr. Clin- 
ton Locke; we hope it will add another tender memory of 
this noble rector’s life and his fondness for animals. 


“CHAMPION LUCY CLAIRE ” 


Notice how dignified, and watchful Madam “Lucy 
Claire” appears to be. What an elegant dress she has on, 
of changeable smoke color, with a very heavy white boa 
around her dainty neck; she knows that she has twice been 
granted the title of “Champion” also that the papers said 
that she was the best “smoke” cat in America, and right 
here, I want to tell you that I, Captain Kidd Jr. am also a 
very, very smoked cat sometimes, for I live only a block 
from the Illinois Central Railroad, and I help stop all the 
smoke that their engines expel, so I am sometimes very 
much in style. By the way, why do not the railroads try to 
stop this smoke nuisance ? Were I a big man instead of 
just a cat, I’d show them how, for it is a shame to spoil ladies’ 
white hats, and the housewives’ parlor curtains. I often 
hear our Missy say that she is going on the street cars, as she 
does not wish to get her white dress and hat ruined by the 
car-smoke. Won’t somebody do something and do it quick- 
ly? We are so glad that our little friend, Lady “Lucy 
Claire” has given us this opportunity to speak about smoke, 
but she did not get her smoke from Chicago; she brought 
it here from England. You may have heard of the London 
fog, well, that, mixed with the London smoke, made her a 
permanent “smoke”, cat while I am just a temporary 



Lucy Claire 



Clairemont 




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“smoke.” “Lucy” is her pet name, and our Missy said 
that to see her sitting for her picture one would think her a 
model, and an adept on posing, but she adds that “looks 
deceive,” for Lucy dear was the hardest subject in the way 
of a cat that she ever tried to take. Fair Lucy spoiled 
six plates, and absolutely refused to show her face. In one 
picture she turned her back, in another she walked off the 
plate and “left her tail behind her,” in another, she shut 
her eyes and shook herself, so that she was as large as two 
cats ; in another, she stretched her head so far in front of her 
that she had only one side of her face on the negative, then, 
she thought that she would make a face, which she did, and 
you could not tell where her ears began or her mouth ended ; 
she looked as if she had tried to swallow her own head, so, 
with the variety of plates spoiled, our Missy gave up the 
ambition wTich she had to conquer, and accepted this good 
picture of her taken by a real, live photographer. But do 
not think that sweet Lucy is always so anxious to have 
her picture taken. She is a darling, however, and one of the 
finest cats in this country. She is eight years old. We have 
just read in a journal that “Champion Lucy Claire” has 
won five points towards a third championship, and it is said 
that no other cat has conquered so many points towards 
a third championship. But Lucy does not seem to think 
it any trick at all, and when you visit her she walks about 
with a consequential air, but she is also very polite and 
orpntle 

® * “CLAIREMONT’ * 

See this little bundle of loveliness, how our Missy did 
like to squeeze him, when she was planning to take his pic- 
ture, which she did take as you can see in this photograph. 
“Clairemont” is a most beautiful “silver” puss, just six 
months old, very large, and with an exceptional coat of soft 
silky silver. This Mr. Puss is so gentle and so willing to be 
cuddled that one falls in love with him at first sight; he ap- 


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pears to be very smart also, and he will make a lovely pet. 
He is a son of the great “Champion Argent Splendour.” 
When our Missy was taking his picture, he talked to her all 
the time, in soft, coaxing purr-r-r-rs. 

“JOY” AND “SORROW” 



Did you ever see 
such a cunning picture 
as this ? I think it is 
about the dearest I 
have ever seen, and I 
am only a cat. Well! 
just to think that each 
one looks exactly like 
its name ; that is more 
than I can grasp. 
Look at little “Sor- 
row,” he resembles a 
black sorrow in color 
and in expression of 
face; then, look at 
his little partner, 
the laughing kitten, 
named “Joy,” and see 
if his face does not 
spell joy. He really 
smiles, and says to his 
little sorrowing part- 
ner, “Sorrow not, for 
if you will only look 
for it, as I do, you will 
find joy everywhere, 
the world is full of 
brightness if you will only do your part to send forth rays of 
light.” Our Missy loves this picture and says that the little 


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happy mouth of “Joy” looks “sweet enough to kiss.” Don’t 
be shocked, good friends who do not love animals, but they 
are two darlings. Laughter is gold to the weary, and laugh- 
ter and happy words and thoughts are better sometimes 
than medicine in a sick room. Remember the story told 
here by two wee kittens, and choose for your life “Joy,” 
but in your joy do not forget to make little “Sorrow” 
happy; then you will be blessed. 

“CHAMPION LUPIN” (Valued at $1,000) 

“Champion Lupin” is a magnificent blue Persian, born 
in London, England. September 25, 1899, and he was im- 
orted in January, 1900. His father was named “Romald- 
irk Midshipmite,” and his 
mother was “Daisy Bell.” 

The honorable “Lupin” has 
won thirty first prizes and 
specials, nine medals, and 
three silver cups; he has 
never been beaten in compe- 
tition and has been best cat 
in show, on four occasions. 

He is very fond of posing. 

Although “Champion 
Lupin” might smile upon 
some other fair lass, when 
his own little wife “Melrose 
Lassie” is near he never looks 
at another cat, and should he 
be compelled to do so we feel 
sure that he would look with his eyes shut; he is an example 
of loyalty. He is valued at one thousand dollars. Her 
ladyship, “Melrose Lassie,” is very pretty, and equally fine 
as her distinguished lord; both have grand coats, and the 
charming lassie has wonderful eyes, so large and expressive 
— she certainly is a bewitching little lady. 



Champion Lupin 


CHAPTER XXV 


“ CHAMPION HAMISH ” (Hamish is Scotch for James.) 



“Champion Hamish” was imported in January, 1901, 
when just a year old, and had already won the distinction 
of having beaten all the noted cats of his breed in Eng- 
land. His rise was meteoric, he having successfully defeated, 

at Slough and Manchester, 
“Torrington Sunnysides,” 
“Torrington Rufus,” “Rom- 
aldkirk Minotaur,” “Prince 
of Orange,” and many others. 
At the last place, the prefer- 
ence, in a close finish, was 
given to “The King’s Own” 
cat, but the winning was 
criticised, and at Brighton, 
“Hamish” turned the tables 
on this cat and again won 
easily. It was only through 
the efforts of the owner of one 
of his rivals that his present 
owner was enabled to pur- 
chase him, at what then was 
Champion Hamish considered a high price for a 

cat. In this country he has 
justified the esteem in which he was held, by continuing to 
win at Chicago, Evanston, Joliet, and Cleveland. “Cham- 
pion Hamish” has won seven first prizes, eight challenge 
cups, and the National Cat Club cup for Orange Champion 
outright. Four of this famous cat’s little children have 

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their names on the cup for Orange Champion; they are, 
“Kephren,” “Radames,” “Marigold,” and “Edgar,” and 
his descendants now have thirty-one first prizes, eighteen 
cups, and fourteen championships. “ Hamish” has no peer 
for type and coat, and he holds the Smith Cup for these 
qualities. He is a beautiful orange-colored cat, and with 
all this, he has performed quite a wonderful feat for a cat, 
by having his picture taken holding on to such a small ped- 
estal, so you see even a pedigreed cat can do smart tricks. 
His dear tootsies we can see under his beautiful ruff of 
long hair. I think he knows that he is handsome. 

“CHAMPION ANGUS ” 

(Angus is a Scotch Proper Name.) 

“Champion Angus” was born in Grand Rapids, 
Michigan. Now, that is the state where I, Captain Kidd 



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Jr., was born, so I am very much interested in this great 
cat. He is a son of “Champion Hamish” and “Lady 



Champion Midshipmite (Cream) Darlington, England 


Thistledown.” He has always been the best blue Per- 
sian in the show" at which he has been exhibited, and 
last year he scored the highest of any cat both in Cleveland 


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and in Chicago. He holds the world’s record as Champion 
under a year old, which was formerly held by “Champion 
Johnnie Fawe” of England, a black Persian. He won 
first championship and cups for best blue cat in type and 
eyes, at the National Independent Consolidated Cat 
Show, January 5, 1906. “Champion Angus” has eight 
first prizes and nine cups, and has been eight times 
the best blue in show, and has won the Owen Cup out- 
right; this means that no other cat helped him to win it; 
he scored all the points himself. Bravo! Blue cats are 
usually lacking in style or coat, but this splendid fellow 
has no superior. “Champion Angus” is of gentle dis- 
position and little Gile Story leads him all about the 
show with a long ribbon. 

“CHAMPION MIDSHIPMITE” 

“Champion Midshipmite” is a cream Englishman, 
who has won 100 first prizes, and he is so well known that 
we have been given no particular account of him, as cat 
lovers are supposed to know “his highness.” He lives 
at Darlington, England. We admired his satisfied pose, 
so we asked for his picture. He looks as if he were saying 
to the other cats: “After you have won 100 prizes you 
will be so accustomed to praise that you will lose all your 
conceit; I know I’m real nice but I am not going to spoil 
my reputation by showing it in my face.” That is good 
sense, I think. 

“BENT ANAT ” 

“Bent Anat,” the rescued cat, who was taken in and 
cared for by the kind gentleman who lives with these 
famous cats at the Ravenswood Cattery, is a short-hair 
cat, a wonderful red tabby, and is thought by some to 
equal the celebrated “Belle of Bradford,” who formerly 
lived in England. This is a darling cat, and we appre- 
ciate the kindness of the owners of this celebrated Cattery, 


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with their beauties of royal ancestry, in caring for a stray 
puss. As we understand, some one did not want this 
little kitten, so, knowing that the gentleman here was 
humane to all animals, he placed it in the kind man’s 



“BentAnat” (Egyptian Princess) 


yard, and the kitten could not have found a better home. 
We cats think that the world should be made of just such 
men; then there would not be so much abuse of animals, 
and the world at large would be better. This fortunate 
cat is beautifully marked with stripes of orange, or red, 
as some call her color, and she is very pretty. 

“ CHAMPION PRINCE OF ORANGE ” 

“Champion Prince of Orange” has the distinction 
of being the first Champion Orange cat in America. He 
is the winner of five first prizes, and many specials, two 
silver medals, v two silver cups, cut glass prizes , and many 



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pieces of painted china. From all these prizes, one would 
think that he was a lady-cat, who attended card parties, 
and was a prize-winner. But no! he is a handsome 
gentleman, very popular, and of great refinement. His 
favorite dishes are beefsteak, fried liver, fish, chowder, 



Champion Prince of Orange 


raw oysters, and fried onions. He is the only cat that 1 
ever knew of who would eat onions. This charming pet 
is very fond of children and ladies, especially young and 
pretty ones, and being very affectionate, everybody loves 
him. He shows his good taste again by selecting "Amer- 
ican Beauties” for his favorite flowers. 


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This renowned Prince has distinguished himself in 
a feat which is rather extraordinary among his feline 
friends. He owns a sixteen-foot tower, which he climbs; 
and he enjoys sitting under a parasol, which covers the 
top ; for in this way he has a view of great Chicago, and 
can find out a little about his neighbors. 

But, children, this famous cat not only enjoys the 
best of life, but helps others as well. Every year his 
mistress gives a benefit, or, what is written on the invitations, 
the “Prince of Orange Kitten Show,” and music is ren- 
dered, and an afternoon and evening of pleasure is given 
those who are willing to help others in this way, for the 
proceeds are donated to charity. 

Right here our Missy wants to say that people think 
that too much time is devoted to the pets, but she says 
that the people who have the time to spend in this way 
are those who give time and money to the poor, for they 
get up entertainments for the benefit of children and 
animals; so the “pampered pets,” as some people call them, 
often are instrumental in benefiting the poor and needy, 
for this money that is derived from these exhibitions is 
devoted to charity. 

“Champion Prince of Orange” is a patriot also, and 
flies the American flag on the top of his tower. He has 
flags presented to him, and as soon as one is badly torn 
by the winds, he places another above his home. Is this 
not an example of the loyalty of his mistress ? Should she 
not be the possessor of an animal, when she can educate 
at the same time children by proving her love for our 
beautiful Star Spangled Banner? We admire beautiful 
Prince of Orange and his mistress for their devotion to 
their flag. Our Missy wishes that every child loved his 
flag so much that he or she would have one hanging in 
the home; for, there is no painting so beautiful, nor wall 
decoration so lovely as our glorious Star Spangled Banner. 


CHAPTER XXVI 


“CHAMPION HAWTHORNE 



“Champion Hawthorne” is a magnificent black Per- 
sian, born May 8, 1902; so he will be four years old 
next moving time. His father was named “Black Thorn,” 
and his dear mama “Lady Maude Jennings.” He has 
won nine first prizes, many 
specials, and four silver cups 
outright. 

This beautiful black cat 
has undoubtedly traveled 
more miles and has attended 
more shows than any other 
cat in this country; and, of 
course, he has always received 
his full share of praise and 
admiration. He has been 
exhibited in New York, Roch- 
ester, Cleveland, Detroit, Mil- 
waukee, Joliet, and Chicago, 
winning his first prze ribbon 
in the novice class here in 1902. 

We have not been informed 
of his specialties, but feel 
sure that such an intelligent- Champion Hawthorne 

looking cat must have many. 

It is very hard to get a good picture of a black cat; so the 
photographer of this picture certainly deserves credit; 
our Missy thinks it very fine, and she knows, for she has 
almost made us poor trying to photograph animals. 

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As we have only two black cats to adorn our book, we 
feel very grateful to “Champion Hawthorne” for favoring 
us, and we think that he is so handsome that more should 
have been written about him; but his mistress was very 
modest about praising him; however, he is famous and 
many people know more about him than we do; I know 
that I heard our Missy say that she felt as if she would 
love to “squeeze him, and to look into his wonderfully 
expressive eyes.” We are inclined to call him an astron- 
omer, for he looks as though he might be studying the 
stars, especially the asteroid Juno, trying to find out 
from this small planet what influence she exerts over his 
own little wife, “Juno.” 

“CHAMPION JUNGFRAU BARTIMEAUS ” 

“Champion Bartimeaus” is a splendid white Persian 
puss, with brilliant, golden-eyes; his coat is exceptionally 
heavy, and his tail a plume of rare beauty. He has won 
the following: 

First in class, and best white cat in show, Detroit, 1901. 

V. H. C., Beresford Cat Club Show, 1902, Chicago: 
V. H. C. means “Very highly commended.” 

First in class, name on Challenge cup, and best cat 
in show, B. C. C., Chicago, 1903. 

First in class, and winner of Challenge cup B. C. C. 
Show, Chicago, 1904. 

First in class, and made champion at Milwaukee, 
March, 1905. 

Handsome “ Bartimeaus” is a great pet with his mistress ; 
he has been allowed to have his liberty day and night. If 
he is in a yard or across the street and his mistress calls 
“Bartie,” he will come with a bound to her arms. He is 
extremely intelligent. If he wishes the door opened, he 
reaches up and rattles the knob. Having his freedom, 
and the privilege of the entire house, “Bartie” has become 


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a decided pet, and “Monarch of all he surveys. ” When 
you look at his picture, and gaze upon those expressive 
eyes, you will see that he knows nothing hut kind treat- 
ment, and that he is posing on purpose to please his mistress. 
He knows that he is admired, and prides himself on keeping 
his face clean and his hair combed. My little brother 
Kenny just said to me, “Tid dear, vat mates his whisters 



Champion Jungfrau Bartimeaus 


so long on his ears ? ” I could not answer him, so he 
lisped, “His whisters are londer on his ears den your 
whisters are on your mouf.” I never replied, for I saw 
by the picture that it was so, and my feelings were hurt. 
I should like “ Champion Bartimeaus’ ” heavy uniform in 
the winter time, but in summer I think that 1 prefer more 
on the bathing-suit style. 

Our Missy says that this cat is wonderfully beautiful, 
and that every one admires and respects “Champion 
Jungfrau Bartimeaus.” 



CHAPTER XXVII 


“PRINCE OF PERSIA” 

“Prince of Persia” is the proud possessor of a delightful 
home, and presides in kingly splendor over the Virginia 
Kennels. This well equipped establishment is in Buena 
Park; it is a twenty-by-eighteen-foot house, well lighted, 
and sanitary. Pictures cover the walls, rugs are on the floor, 
and it is not only a gay home for the prize Persians that oc- 
cupy it, but serves also as a club room for “The Vigilance 
Club” of the Anti-Cruelty Society. This noble society 
of boys is indeed worthy of praise, and their officers (women 
who give much time to the cause), deserve no end of credit; 
as it is through these workers that our city is benefited, for 
they look after abused and homeless animals and have pro- 
vided this humane refuge so that cats and dogs may be taken 
here and protected. When they find men abusing horses 
the drivers are reported, fined, and if proved cruel, often 
lose their places; and they deserve such treatment if they 
abuse the noble horse. The present refuge for cats and dogs 
is now at 459 Division Street, on the north side of Chicago, 
but it is hoped that the south side will be considerate and 
open a similar refuge there. This beautiful “Prince of 
Persia” is an orange-and -white cat, thirteen years old. He 
came from England when five years of age with his present 
owners, and is greatly endeared to them. He is a strange 
mixture of savagery and gentleness. No cat can come near 
him and live. This distinguished gentlemen has taken 
many prizes, but has now retired to private life. When he 
does not like what is being done for him he bites, and has 
been so ungrateful as to bite his kind mistress, still with the 

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tiny Himalayan mice which live in the cage with him he is 
gentle and is a loving friend. When exhibited at shows he 
would have as many as a dozen of these pretty little mice 
cuddling in his soft fur, and attracting much attention. 
These mice are very rare in this country ; they are somewhat 
smaller than house mice — yellow, blue, and black in color. 



As savage as this splendid “Prince” is with other cats, 
he is like a gentle mother with these tiny mice. One of his 
pet mice was taken sick and was expected to die, and as 
“Prince” was ill with pneumonia at the time, the little pet 
mouse was taken away fom him. As the mouse did not 
improve, the mistress placed him with his old friend “Prince” 




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and he began to recover at once, and took some milk. He 
had not eaten for days, and it was all from homesickness and 
longing for his big, brave, gentle friend “Prince.” The little 
mouse would cover up his food with the cotton bedding in 
his cage, but would not eat a mouthful until he was taken 
back to his dear protector. These mice are small, with 
long satiny tails, and this one was jet black with four white 
spots on his back, so he was named “Four of Clubs” and 
became a favorite with his foster-parent. This picture of 
beautiful “Prince of Persia” holding his pet mouse, “Lady 
Jane” (who came from England three years ago) so carefully 
between his large paws we consider one of the best subjects 
for a picture of animals that has ever been taken. Although 
very savage with other cats and dogs, “Prince” by caring 
for the helpless smaller animals evinces a disposition to be 
humane. 

Another peculiar thing about this cat is, that he will trot 
along in the street like a dog, led by a chain attached to his 
real dog-collar. Because of his ferocious nature he has 
been called “the second Prince of Lincoln Park” (the Prince 
of Lincoln Park is the handsome lion). Although this cele- 
brated animal is very dignified, he was obliged to attend the 
Christmas tree celebration in a parrot cage at his house. 
We will tell you about this Christmas tree later, but now we 
bid adieu to the handsome “Prince of Persia.” 

“LITTLE SMIKIE ” 

This is a little cat with short hair, gray and white; she is 
the smallest full-grown cat of her kind that I have ever seen. 
If any one lays a hand on her mistress, she will step up and 
slap that person quickly, and shake the offender’s garments. 
She is a grand jumper, and can jump almost as high as a 
greyhound. “Smike” also shakes hands, and does many 
tricks. She makes faces at poor “Prince” when he is 
brought, in a parrot cage, once a year to the Christmas tree. 


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You You 




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“ LITTLE YOU- YOU ” 

“Little You-You” is the pet of this household, a baby- 
faced, blue-and-white Persian pussy; he is called little, but 
he weighs eighteen pounds. He has a pair of boxing gloves 
and will sit on his hind legs and spar until his contestant is 
tired out; he owns a red wheelbarrow and any thing that he 
finds, he puts into it. He eats his meals on his red chair. 
“ You- You ” receives careful instruction from his big brother, 
“Ponney,” so he spends his life imitating the large brother 
whom he so much admires. 

“MR. PONNEY COPELAND” 

This aristocratic gentleman is the largest cat in this hap- 
py family. He is twelve years old and weighs twenty-five 
pounds. “ Ponney ” or “ Mr. Ponney ” (as he prefers to be ad- 
dressed), is a handsome black Persian, imported from Eng- 
land ; he is as gentle as “ Prince” is fierce; he has won many 
first prizes, medals, and specials. Our friend “Ponney” is 
almost human in his understanding. Each Christmas the 
cats have a large Christmas tree; it is called “ Ponney ’s 
tree” and he is the one who sits up, dressed in a high white 
collar and red tie and with a tight hand-shake bids every 
poor child welcome, gravely watching each receive the gifts. 
This is the time when poor “Prince” has his dignity hum 
bled, for he is obliged to attend the festivities, shut up in a par- 
rot cage. He also is dressed in a white collar and necktie and 
watches the happy crowd, but he cannot join in the fun as 
he is opposed to associating with other cats. When a young 
mouse is lost, all that has to be said to “Ponney” is “find 
that mouse,” and, be it hours or days, he will finally bring 
the mouse carefully in his mouth to his mistress. He is so 
intelligent that he can do any trick. His most singular habit 
is that on every seventh night he changes his sleeping 
place, that is, he usurps a different bed every seventh night, 
from the bed of his mistress to the best chair in the parlor, 


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then to a soft rug on the floor and so on; he seems to think 
that a decided change of bed and bedding is his weekly duty. 
How he can count the seven days no one knows, but he is 
very systematic in this peculiarity. When “Ponney” is 
asked which kind of meat he wishes, he will place his paw 



Mr. Ponney Copeland 


on the one he prefers, and refuse the other. Our mistress 
says that this family of prize-winners is the most interesting 
that she has seen in the pedigree class of cats, for she still 
maintains that the little street-tramp animals and children 
are the smartest; and that brings me into the story again, 
for she told some person, and I heard it, that Capt. Kidd 
Jr. was the smartest cat that she ever knew. I do not tell 


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you this because I am conceited, only I want to impress upon 
your mind that YOU are the dearest, smartest little boy or 
girl in the world because your mama said so, and that is the 
way it should be in life; our parents should think the best of 
us and we, in return, should think our mama, papa, and 
little brothers and sisters the dearest and best in the world. 
And by observing their good points, and noting our own 
bad ones, we shall have solved the problem of a happy house- 
hold. We heard our Missy say that she had the distinction 
and pleasure of drinking tea out of a real prize cup, won by 
beautiful “Ponney Copeland ;” it was made of silver and has 
his name engraved on it. So you see even cats have their 
“afternoon teas/' Should any of you, little children, w T ish 
to help the cause of the Anti-Cruelty Society, you may send 
money direct to the number given you in this chapter and it 
will be greatly appreciated, but if you cannot, you will be 
doing as great an act of kindness if you befriend some home- 
less animal in your own city or town. In this home of hand- 
some, pampered cats, it is pleasing to know that any stray 
cat which comes to the house is taken in and fed by the good 
mistress, and the pet cats stand by and permit it to eat be- 
fore they themselves have anything. Of course, dear 
“Prince” is the exception, but we can forgive him, for he is 
so kind to his tiny friends, the mice. “Mr. Ponney Cope- 
land” is so large he looks like a dog in size, but he is very 
handsome and lovable. 

“DOROTHY” 

This happy family would not be complete without the 
charming three-year-old white Persian, with the beautiful 
blue eyes. Although this little lady is deaf, she finds great 
• enjoyment in her shadow play. As soon as the lights are 
burning, she will begin her artistic dances about the floor and 
will gracefully catch at the shadows upon the walls. She 
spends her evenings in this very unusual way, but delighting 
her spectators with her graceful and dainty antics in this 
original Shadow Play. 


CHAPTER XXVIII 

“CHAMPION MAID OF AVENEL” 

This beautiful, white, blue-eyed, one-year-and-a-half-old 
pussy is, indeed, one of the greatest prize-winners of the day. 



Champion Maid of Avenel 


She has won seven cups, and has in all twenty-seven prizes. 
She is said to be the only female who has defeated both 
male and female, and is now entitled to the honorable title 
of Champion. 


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First prize, one cup, and two specials in 1904, Chicago 
National Cat Club. 

First prize, two cups, Championship, and special, Evan- 
ston Show, 1905. 

First prize, two cups, Championship, and special, Joliet 
Show. 

First prize, one cup, Championship, and two specials, 
Chicago, 1906, N. C. C. 

First prize, one cup and Championship, and four 
specials, Joliet, 1906. 

In this Chicago Cat Show she defeated thirty-three white 
cats. If she gets two more “ wins’ ’ she will be a “double- 
champion.” This young lady prize-winner is the grand- 
daughter of the famous “ Duchess of Argyle,” who presides 
over a neat little home, in the suburb by that name, Her 
house is painted yellow and has diamond-shaped wundows 
in it, so that plenty of sunshine may enter, and in that way 
keep the home and inhabitants healthy. In this little home 
for well-cared-for cats, there are white netting curtains at 
the windows and carpets on the floor. Although the “ Duch- 
ess” has “tendered the palm” to her granddaughter, she 
still thinks that she is entitled to as much praise as the little 
maid ; she says “that styles change with generations, and that 
when she was a reigning belle, the style was perfect symme- 
try of figure,” so she won her prizes on her shape when in 
style; “But now,” she says, (looking at her champion grand- 
daughter w ith a slightly contemptuous expression) “ the style 
is of the modern day for Miss Pussy; she must be up-to-date 
by possessing a short body, short sawed-off legs, short tail, 
short pug nose, and a tiny head, with a few other necessary 
points. My grand-daughter, Champion Maid of Avenei, 
is a perfect illustration of the modern reigning belle of the 
polite cat society.” The “Duchess” often tells her that 
she should now retire from public life since she has won for 
herself the title of Champion. Of course, we know that 


CAPTAIN KIDD JR. AND SINBAD THE SAILOR 135 


that title belongs to the men, but times have changed, and as 
the “new woman” has usurped many titles, which are the 
especial property of the abused men, it is only fair that the 
animals should have the same rights. 

“Maid of Avenel’s” grandfather was “Paris,” and her 
mother’s name was “Fanchon, ” and her father was “ Kitsie.” 
As far as is known, the “Maid of Avenel” is the only little 
white lady who has won the title of Champion. She is in- 
deed a beauty, and a perfect woman, for she “rides a hobby” 
as all true women should do. Notice her picture — she is 
standing on her “hobby.” 

“ WHITE FRIAR JUNIOR ” 

“White Friar Junior” came across the Atlantic Ocean 
with his lovely mother, “Madam White-Lilac,” in 1901. 
He has what is known as “odd” eyes. That is, one eye is 
bright blue while the other is golden in color. His mother 
has two beautiful golden eyes, and his father, who came 
from the Orient to England, has blue eyes; so you see 
that their heir resembles both. When you look at his 
golden eye, you catch a family resemblance to his dear 
mama, and when you look at his blue eye, he is “his 
father’s own son.” In the Orient, this freak of nature is 
considered something extraordinary, and the animal with 
“odd eyes” is regarded as sacred, and not to be purchased. 
A lady traveled in the Orient and tried to procure one of 
these peculiar cats for a gift to send home. The natives 
would sell the blue or the golden-eyed cats, but refused 
to listen to any offer of money for an “odd-eyed” cat; 
they could not be tempted to part with these treasures. 
The natives hold these “odd-eyed” cats in almost super- 
stitious reverence. This Junior’s father was “Champion 
White Friar” of England, and he is a beautiful, blue-eyed 
Persian, with perfect hearing, which is not always the 
case with white, blue-eyed, long-haired cats, for many of 


136 CAPTAIN KIDD JR. AND SINBAD THE SAILOR 


them are deaf. Our Missy says that she has heard so 
much said about blue-eyed cats being deaf, if of a fine 
pedigreed class, that she had almost become convinced 
that the assertions were true, but of late years she has 
known of several other fine, blue-eyed Angora cats that 
could hear as well as any other animal, and cat fanciers 
have also said the same. We shall hope that all the blue- 
eyed pussies will have the sense of hearing in the future. 



White Friar Jr. 


Our story really would have been greatly at fault had 
we failed to entertain at least one good “friar,” so we 
rejoice in presenting to you such an innocent and dis- 
tinguished “monk” as is our “White Friar Junior.” His 
body-coat measures 5f inches in the longest places, and 
this, with his plume, which is something like an ostrich 
feather, are his chief attractions. This tail-plume meas- 
ures twelve inches across. 


CAPTAIN KIDD JR. AND S1NBAD THE SAILOR 137 


“ WHITE LILAC ” 

This bewitching little lady has been nicknamed “The 
Peacemaker,” also “ Mutterchen,” which is German for 
“little mother.” How can we help loving even a cat who 
is entitled to such endearing names! This lady-like puss 



White Lilac and Kitten 


refuses to quarrel or to allow any other quarreling in the 
cattery. She has a queer little distressed cry that she 
gives, apparently as a warning. If the guilty ones refuse 
to listen to her, she breaks in, regardless of the size of 
the “fussers;” and the strange part is that the trouble 
stops, and all is serene once more. She is gentle, and 
her authority is never questioned in her part of the world. 
Not only is this beautiful cat a peacemaker, but she is a 
true mother. A poor little alley kitten, weakened by 



138 CAPTAIN KIDD JR. AND SINBAD THE SAILOR 


starvation, was brought to her present mistress by some 
kind-hearted children. The kitten refused all food, seem- 
ing too young to know how to eat, and as a last resort to 
save the wee sufferer’s life, it was placed with “Mother 
Lilac” and her five tiny babies. Good “little mother” 
washed the kitten’s dirty coat, and comforted it, showing 
much marked sympathy and care for the little stranger. 
It was an interesting and pathetic sight to see the puny 
alley kitten, snuggled up to his kind foster-mother, 
and receiving as good attention as did her own five dainty, 
fluffy, white aristocratic darlings. What a lesson she 
has taught other animals, and should teach every man, 
woman, and child. Bless this “little mother,” and may 
her reward be everlasting. 

“ MISTER WU” 

This young Chinaman has never had his picture taken, 
but the family would feel slighted if we made no reference 
to him. “Mister Wu” is a cream-colored kitten, and has 
just about the right olive complexion, according to Oriental 
standards. His eyes are real coppery brown. He is 
called “The Celestial,” and sometimes “The Heathen;” 
so we can guess that “Mister Wu” does not attend church. 
However, as he is stiff very young, we shall hope that he 
may reform in this respect. We also hope that when we 
write the sequel to this book — after our trip to California 
— we shall be able to present you with a picture of his 
highness, for by that time he will probably have been 
able to sit still long enough to have his photograph taken. 
We have not heard whether his favorite dish is “ Chop 
Suey,” but we have our suspicions that it is. This young 
Chinaman is very clever. He shakes hands with his 
mistress and usually kisses her hand while doing so, al- 
though his purring effusiveness at the time is not truly 
Oriental. We shall watch with interest the growth of this 


CAPTAIN KIDD JR. AND SINBAD THE SAILOR 139 


little fellow and, when he becomes a great Chinaman, 
how proud we shall be to introduce him as our friend, 
“Mister Wu.” 

“ MR. TODDLES TOLMAN ” 

This story would not be complete without this darling 
cat, who is a friend of children, and also a playfellow. 

“Toddles” is fifteen years old, and we give him the dig- 
nified title of “Mr.” because a cat at fifteen years is as old 



Toddles Tolman (The Tea-Party cat, 15 years old) 


as a gentleman of fifty; therefore, we cannot give him the 
title of “ Master,” as we would a little boy of the same 
age. In spirit and playfulness he is still a little boy, and 
it is very interesting to see him sit in his high-chair at the 
table and sip his cream out of a saucer. The tray of the 
high-chair is covered with a neat doily, and his saucer of 
cream is put upon it, and “Mr. Toddles” knows when milk 
is given to him, and he politely tells you that he prefers 



140 CAPTAIN KIDD JR. AND SINBAD THE SAILOR 


cream, by not drinking milk, so his indulgent mistress 
gives him cream. “Toddles” is a beautiful blue and white 
Persian tabby; what is called blue by cat judges is what 
you and I would call Maltese, but remember the polite, 
pedigreed name is “blue.” I suppose when “Toddles ” was 
a baby he was baby-blue. However, he is a darling puss, 
and everybody loves him. “ Mr. Toddles ” traveled last sum- 
mer 2,500 miles, and spent his summer at the seashore, 
where he walked on the beach and w T as one of the attrac- 
tions of the place. His birthplace is in the state of Maine. 
His mistress has a harness for him and a lead. One day 
he was following her, and he saw 7 for the first time in his 
fourteen years — a hen. My! but that hen looked funny 
to “Toddles”! He had heard about eating hens, so he won- 
dered what he should do. While he was puzzling his 
head about that hen, a brood of little chickens came by, 
then he was interested; so he pulled as hard as he could to 
get aw 7 ay from his mistress, but she held to the chain and 
tried to explain to him that these were baby-chickens, and 
not to be eaten alive or dead. “Toddles” w r as very angry, 
and declared that it was not so wicked for him to eat 
live chickens as it was for live people to kill chickens that 
were helpless. We think that “ Toddles 4 ’ is more humane 
than most of the human beings. “ Toddles” has never been 
exhibited at a show, but he is entered as a pedigreed cat. 
He has donated prizes for other cats, and in that way he 
does his part, but as he is such a pet, his mistress keeps 
him at home. “Toddles” can be termed an “entertainer,” 
for he has been sought to entertain children ever since he 
was born. Friends of his mistress would send over and 
ask if “Toddles” could have a tea-party, and their children 
would come over to “Toddles’” house, and his mistress 
would spread a tea-cloth upon a sewing-table, and put 
the high-chair at the end, and the little host would run 
and get up into it, and sit up as quietly as a child; the 


CAPTAIN KIDD JR. AND SINBAD THE SAILOR 141 


children would have chocolate-tea, and bread or cake and 
he would have cream, and they would have a jolly time. 
Many times a little girl-neighbor, who was an only child, 
spent an afternoon, while her mama went visiting, at “ Tod- 
dles”’ tea-party. This small girl, by the name of Emma, 
is now a little lady of thirteen years, and has outgrown 
“Toddles”’ tea-parties. 


CHAPVER XIX 


“COLONEL KENWOOD” 

Since we have left off talking about ourselves, and 
have been so busy writing about the Cat Show and the 
pedigreed cats, our little Kenny has been growing 
rapidly, and now he can jump up on the bed, climb the 
day-bolster, and do all sorts of energetic things. His 
eating talent is about the most perfect one, but he is not 
very particular about his menu. To-day he found our 
Mama’s best breastpin on the floor and he got it all into 
his tiny mouth, and our Missy had to take it out. After 
that he tried to eat up an invisible hairpin, but as it was 
visible at the time it was discovered, that was taken from 
him. This afternoon we arrived at the apartments of 
our busy Kenny and found him at work eating a piece 
of illusion, which our Missy had cut from the fancy bow 
she had made to wear around her neck. Missy grasped 
the end of the white, fluffy finery and pulled it out of Ken’s 
mouth; he had swallowed about two inches of illusion, 
— what an illusion that was to poor little Ken ! 

But, do you know, he is a regular goat in his tastes, 
although we can trace no goatology in his pedigree! 

We heard the guitar being played, and for a moment 
we wondered whether ghosts were around; but no, it 
was just our Mascot, sitting up and really pulling at 
the strings and waiting for them to stop vibrating so that 
he could start them again. He must be a born musician. 

We had company again last night (we have that most 
all the time, you know, for every one comes to see Colonel 
Kenwood and me), but when we went to get the little 

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CAPTAIN KIDD JR. AND SINBAD THE SAILOR 143 


brother he was gone, and for two hours we could not find 
him. Our Missy went upstairs and called him; she 
heard a faint cry, and opening a bureau drawer, out walked 
Colonel Kenwood, looking very angry. We all apolo- 
gized, but he did not make up until his especial trick was 
asked of him, which is eating. 

But Kenny, he is so cunning that everybody wants to 
adopt him. His tiger stripes are very pronounced now, 
and his body is catching up with his ears, so that he does 
not look as if his ears were the prize-winners of the rest of 
his extraordinary make-up. His dear little bow legs are 
becoming straighter, so that he no longer can cut the letter 
“II” upside down. We thought that his tail was going to 
remain short so as to make him look real pedigreed; but 
it has also taken a start, although we have done nothing 
to coax it along, so we fear that he will have just an or- 
dinary tail. Do you know that he does not care one bit 
what we say about his specialties ? He thinks that he is 
giving others pleasure to criticise him, and being inde- 
pendent, he accepts the opinions. Kenny thought that 
lie was as big as I am, so he jumped into the bath-tub, 
thinking that he would land on the edge as he has seen 
me do; but he passed the railing and reached the bottom 
of the tub, when great was his surprise to find that he was 
in about three inches of water. He stood up with his four 
feet spread apart, his head raised with an imploring look 
in his eyes, and his mouth ready to cry. How his Master 
laughed when he reached down to take Kenny out! We 
had to give him a turkish rub, and put him near the regis- 
ter to dry. Now, when he wants to get into the tub to 
play with the stopper on the chain, he first jumps on the 
shoe-blacking case, and then in. How wise one becomes 
after such an experience ! Kenny said to me — and he 
looked very cross when he said it — “Tid, you know you 
pushed me in.” 


144 CAPTAIN KIDD JR. AND SINBAD THE SAILOR 


A few days ago he jumped from the wiudow-seat on 
our bedroom gas stove, but our Missy had just turned 
off the gas, so that the stove was only warm. We scolded 
him for that and explained that he might have burned 
his feet had the stove been hot. That night he went to 
extremes. When our maid went to the front door, he 
rushed by her and went outdoors. The maid did not 
know it, and was thoughtless enough not to look for him 
before she retired, so he was left out in the zero cold two 
hours, and when our family got home they found him. 
He was very cold, and was sick for three days with chills 
and “la grippe." Our Missy gave him some catnip tea, 
and warm milk, and puppy biscuits soaked in warm 
water, so he soon recovered; still, even now he runs when 
he sees a spoon, for he thinks all spoons have catnip tea 
in them, and it is bitter, you know. How he does like the 
biscuits, and now that his teeth are stronger, he likes to 
bite on them and eat them. I prefer cooked corn, peas, 
and boiled potatoes. 

We found such a fine playhouse one day, behind the 
pictures on the floor in our Missy’s studio, and what fun 
we did have! Kenny, being the smaller, got behind the 
large canvases, and I stayed on the outside, so we scratched 
at each other until we almost tore a hole in the canvas. 
My! but we heard a loud exclamation from the doorway, 
and we looked around in time to see our Missy with a 
very business-like look on her face; do yon guess that we 
ran as fast as our four legs could travel ? Now, we just walk 
by these pictures and look sidewise at them, but we do 
want to play there again, — you have heard us say, though, 
that our Missy is the “boss” in our house, so we have 
learned to obey her, for only through love, as she never whips 
us. 

Colonel Kenwood, people say, has in his short life 
accomplished much in regard to languages. He talks 


CAPTAIN KIDD JR. AND SINBAD THE SAILOR 145 


several, so we think; for instance, he says, “Voulez vous 
Tid ?” that is French for “Will you, Kid ?” Then he says, 
“Latswhat I said, Tid,” meaning “that’s,” “lats” being 
Chinese. Then when he is very anxious for me to think 
that he is telling the truth about something, he says, “Sure, 
Tid,” which is a trifle Irish. Many other languages he 
speaks, but I have not time to tell you about them. 

One afternoon a young boy brought our Missy a beau- 
tiful bouquet of pink carnations, our Missy’s favorite 
flowers, and she placed them on her desk, in a vase filled 
with water. After the young boy friend, who is a well- 
known soprano soloist named Roscoe, had left, our curious 
little Colonel thought that he would investigate the pretty 
bright flowers that every one was smelling and holding to 
the nose; so he got up on the desk and put his wee nose 
to the flower which was hanging over the edge; he seemed 
to like the fragrance, so he drew in several long breaths; 
it was so agreeable to him that he tried to feel them with 
his wee right paw, and he found the flower so soft that 
he stood up on his third and fourth foot and held the 
flower between his front paws, all the time smelling it. 
This was indeed a picture, but as it was night, and the 
gaslight the only medium we had for taking a picture, 
we could not reproduce this beautiful one, much as we 
wished to do. All that evening he would get up on the 
desk and enjoy the carnations, and sometimes, in order to 
get a better view, he would climb upon some books, and 
look at them from a higher point; it really was very in- 
teresting to witness the strange fascination for flowers, 
that this kitten had. Missy says that flowers never were 
more appreciated in her home than were these lovely 
carnations. Just the same Kenny is very stubborn, for 
when we want him to sit down, he stands up; and when 
we want him to stay in one room, he prefers another; so 
we have a hard time educating him, for he is smart and 


146 CAPTAIN KIDD JR. AND SINBAD THE SAILOR 


has a mind of his own, much too large for his tiny head; 
his ears agree with his mind in size. Being born in Ken- 
wood, the Colonel is refined about his tastes, and once 
in a while, say once every three days, he washes his face 
himself ; the rest of the time, if I do not wash it, it remains 
as it was since the last washing. As I spend so much 
time washing my face and combing my hair, I feel a bit 
shocked at Ken’s indifference, but maybe when he is a 
little older, and does not require so much time for play, he 
may improve. Our Missy brushes us every day with 
our own hair brush, and so our hair keeps soft. 

You cannot imagine how busy I have been getting 
all the cat pictures and sketches together in the compiling 
of this story-book for our little friends. If my darling 
little brother Sinbad had lived to help me, I feel sure that 
wo should have been able to give you much more of inter- 
est, for he was so original and cunning. We have missed 
him so much, but I feel sure that we shall meet and be 
happy in the beautiful beyond, for our Missy believes 
that her faithful pets will welcome her in the land of the 
blest. 

In closing our story I wish to thank our little readers 
for their patience and interest in us, just cats, and to ask 
them to think of us once and a while when they are loving 
their own pets, and remember the requests that we have 
made of each dear child, to do all in his or her power to 
help the homeless and abused animals. I was just a little 
tramp-kitten, but now I have become an author through 
the support and kindness of our Missy. I can but say 
that my only regret is that I cannot repay her for all that 
she has done for me; still, by being gentle and loving, I 
may help to do so, for I am sure that I love her, and that 
we both love all children and animals. 

As a tribute to my little brother Sinbad, please re- 
member that he was the first pet kitten in this story, and 


CAPTAIN KIDD JR. AND SINBAD THE SAILOR 147 


entitled to all the honors, for it was through his original 
antics that the tale of two kittens was begun, thus laying 
the foundation for a story, which we hope not only will 
please our dear friends, but will be a firm corner-stone in 
the building of a greater stronghold in the minds and 
hearts of our readers, fulfilling the love which we bear 
our Creator, by caring for His helpless creatures, the 
DUMB ANIMALS. Gratefully yours, 

Captain Kidd Jr. 













































































































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